Swiftcurrent Creek tongue-tickling bubble juice

and cue her overreaction!

There was another, solitary moment when neither of them spoke — simply stared at each other,  her jade orbs searching is own for an indication that she should leave, or continue talking, or something — and Olive found herself baffled by this. When words were stripped away, what was left for her besides a pervasive sense of discomfort and the panging need to fill the void with ideas about the moon, or philosophy, or her own sadness, or, or, or… Perhaps the sylph used her words as a crutch, and her ability to connect through conversation actually works against, for when it was gone… her fortitude suddenly plummeted. 

It was much, much different that how she had felt even just thirty seconds earlier; but Olive’s vicissitudes of moods had become somewhat characteristic of her. Just because she was up one moment, didn’t mean she wouldn’t be down the next.  Olive wanted to blame her discomfort on the fact that she had been around mouthy and sincere people her entire life, all the way from her cubhood to her matehood. This was… a first. The shewolf relented and chose to lean into her own insecurities.

The brute gruffed a single word, but it did nothing to soothe her — it hadn’t been his intention, but somehow, Olive had expect to feel a bit better when he finally deigned to speak. He questioned her, and the waif had a difficult time forming an answer, or an explanation behind why she followed and stopped him. The man didn’t truly, actually owe her anything — in a way, she supposed he had been nothing but civil to her. There were wolves out there who wished to kill and maim, and he neither killed nor maimed her… so this was good, right?

Olive scoffed to herself, surprised at just how low her standards had become.

“I, just…” she uttered, gaze falling to look at her toes. She huffed and shuffled her shoulders, suddenly aware of the chill outside. “Are you always this… rude?’” This response was somewhat more bellicose than she wanted it to be, but her distinct vulnerabilities wished for him to take blame for this failure of a connection and not let the weight fall solely on her shoulders. He seemed to unperturbed by the whole thing — and she felt ridiculous.