The Sentinels where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night

He knew that something was wrong with his wife, but not exactly the reason. He could figure it was the treatment Arturo and the rest of the family was giving them both, due to their actions. It was the only thing that would make sense for her to be upset about. He didn't mean to follow her around, but the deep sadness and pain rolling off of her was scaring him greatly. He had taken a moment to pinpoint where she was exactly before leaving for a few moments. He searched for a long while for something, anything that might make Olive see the brightness in their situation.


As he searched he came across a feather. It was large and consisted of whites and golds, reddish browns and speckles of black. It was breathtaking and was so perfectly formed that he picked it up in his maw and carried it back to her. Bright blue eyes looked up at her with a weary sort of love before he placed the feather at her feet.He hoped she would do her thing, Stating the significance of the object and what it meant to her and the spiritualness of everything but he would be just as happy if she smiled and took it as a gesture of his love. 


"I haven't gotten you a gift in a long while mo cuishle. I apologize for that." he said softly his eyes studying her face. The sadness he saw there was heartbreaking to him, and he squinted his eyes shut for a moment before moving forward and tucking her against his chest, his neck and chin wrapping around her own dainty neck in a tight embrace.