Moonstone Quarry the sky's falling baby

 
Like all things in Olive’s life, her sadness waxed and her sadness waned. What was once felt so strongly now only passed all a dull throbbing of her heart in the middle of the night; the only remnant of the heartbreak she had suffer all those months ago — or was it weeks? Time had always been fickle, but recently it had been exceedingly so. At this point, the fae just didn’t know. There was so little that Olive was certain of anymore. 

and for a while, that scared her. 

but through dedicated piety and prayer did her melancholy subside; so it was an act that the shrouded druid committed herself to many, many times a day. Little was required for the woman to feel to call of prayer and. She tried to share such an experience with her daughter, but the young girl was flighty and not wont to partake in such rigid activities. The seclusion, the druid was reminded, was divine. So many things were clear once more; the words of the gods rushed in to fill her and once she was filled with such divine inspiration that she had rushed to her garden — only to find it desiccated and thoroughly overtaken by weeds, of course. It was not matter; with a burst of energy, she quickly set to work uprooting the extraneous fellows and irrigating the entire area, laying the foundation for a successful new crop. Perhaps she could have a new reaping ready come the autumn harvest — it would be here before anyone could bat an eyelash, after all.

Perhaps she and the wolves of Moonspear would never be as thick as thieves — and maybe that was even okay. Olive had seen firsthand the true value of packhood relationships and did not find any of them to be… as genuine as she had hoped. Though she loved Amekaze and Charon for the favor of taking on the burden of her family’s hardships, more and more of the woman’s time was spent away from Moonspear. Cassiopeia was not a baby and Olive could now afford to see after other pursuits. So the misted woman indulged her wanderlust once more — but she never traveled too far.

In fact, the quarry was about as far as she had made it recently.  In a past life, she and Palisander were going to visit this place and unearth many gems to bring back to Ceannasach — but that time had passed and now it all seemed so silly. She stilled coveted the beautiful stones, of course, but wanted them for no one other than herself. Now, Olive traversed the rocky landscape for the simple pleasure of it. Her pleasure.

Only, this time, she saw a man.

The fae chuffed to capture his attention and, let by a curious nose, pushed forward a few paces. Who was he?