Moonspear as you sleep through a winter’s dream

Finally, Dakarai left — but not without spitting venomous words. Yes, thought Olive as she subjected herself to her lover’s ire, this is what we need. Their niceties begot their love, so they needed dispute. anger. a sense of betrayal that would keep one another from falling back into each other’s arms. It was for the best.

Their love was too strong, but soon she would realize, so was their resentment. 

However, Olive did not know what was to come. Did not realize that her star-crossed lover did not deign to leave her upon the side of the mountain, but to leave her entirely. Perhaps he had intended to return, but his path became muddied in the storm that actively brewed off the coast — but this, Olive would never know. It might even kill her.

But, for now, Olive huffed and cut a glance towards Dakarai as he disappeared across a hill. Finally, she could think.

.

and they all lived happily-never-after, the end.