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Olive was, honestly, surprised when the stranger turned to make his exit — without have said a single word to her! At first, the fae found herself almost affronted by his reticence, not understanding what she had done to possibly offend him. “oh, sir!” she called after him, taking sweeping, dancing steps to quickly recover the ground between them. Drifting up and around his perimeter, the sylph slowed to a halt and aimed to block his path with her body. Olive was not one to beg for another attention — she had no problem with her newfound detachment, and considered herself to begetter company than most — and if the man truly wished to leave, she would not deign to keep him from it. “Was it something I said?” the milky shewolf inquired, both seriously and in jest.