Moonspear as you sleep through a winter’s dream

Like a slap to the face she recoiled from his touch, commanding him to stop in a tone that he had never heard her use before. unsure what to say he withdrew his head, staring at her with a confused and stung look in his eyes, which he knew she would be unable to see due to the way she wasnt looking at him. Had he done something wrong? He could feel that something was wrong between the two of them, but just what that was he was uncertain. "Olive?" he asked his voice strained with worry and tension.

he fell silent once more and just studied her, the way she was turned away from him and how she refused to look at him. It scared him and angered him all at once. She was acting like he had wounded her, like he had done something to hurt her in a major way. "Whats wrong? Is it the gods?" he asked his voice taking on a bitter edge that he wished he was able to hold in. he felt his heart steeling itself for pain, the walls he had set up falling into place brick by brick as he waited for whatever was about to happen.