Moonspear meet the family

I don’t want to slow you guys down, so feel free to skip Olive :)
Also being incredibly vague about Dakarai things because it hasn’t played out yet

Olive used to think that she was a solitary creature, bound to nothing but her heart and soul and the gods and the open road — but she was quickly learning how untrue that was. Meeting Dakarai taught her about passion and becoming a mother taught her about dedication; melting in with the Moonspear clan introduced her to subservience and led her to the realization that this was not always a bad thing. The eternal gods taught her to accept the things she could not change.

And now that she was without so many of those things, the pale mother did not know what to think.

Losing Sirius had become a normalcy for the small family, as unfortunate as that was; but seeing her heathered babe at Arturo and Hemlock’s feet had reignited the flame within her that craved his dependency. It hurt, more than it had the first time, to see how her progeny had learned to love his flamekissed caretaker as he should love her. Perhaps visiting Sirius had been too much for Dakarai, too. Olive imagined it reminded the man of what they had lost; all that he had lost his entire life. The man was subject to waves of melancholy, just as she was, but the dark knight had been gone for too long. They had never left the communal den they shared, wishing to provide a sense of stability for their two small children — and there were many nights when their sparks became too hot and one or the other had to retreat away from the other. These instances never lasted more than a few days, but it had been many days since she had seen him and even longer since their forbidden tryst. His scent was begining to grow stale.

She wondered. She dreaded.

Even her own children were growing and gaining their independence, as beautiful and painful as that was. The femme now permitted the babes to venture off on their own without her hovering and fluttering and fawning over them from afar… it had been the only way to assure herself of their safety. But now, she had to trust them and trust in the world. 

So, the lamb was, for the most part, alone.

And when she answered Charon's call and ventured upon the Ostrega family at play, her heart cried out. They all seemed so happy. So unmolested — allowed to flourish as a family should, instead of spun around in every direction as hers was. Often times, Olive looked towards the stars to seek why her lot in life had been cast this way, why she didn’t deserve the pretty picture that laid bare in front of her — she was good, wasn't she? Or had Arturo been truthful, and she was in fact not good? 

The druid always cut her lamentations off prematurely. She would not doubt the stars so soon.

So, Olive swallowed her sadness and ventured forth towards the clearing where children gamboled with their parents, as families should, and the lamb gave a weak, forced smile. She would not damper this occasion with her sadness. It was the first time she had the privilege of seeing the small princes and princesses and she would try to pull whatever happiness she could from it. "oh," she uttered softly. "what a beautiful, wonderful, magnificent family." There was an eerie honesty and transparency to her words, but her personal concerns were not on the table for that day's meeting.