The Sunspire settle down, it'll all be clear

Olive moved easily with the group, happily falling to the background and allowing the decisions of others to guide her. It was nice, not needing to really think and just going with the flow. When she originally joined Rannoch and Liffey’s harlequin band, it had been for lack of anything better to do and a general sense of aloneness that took hold after her several encounters with Dakarai. Now, she understood why the gods had but Rannoch in her path that day — the lives that stirred in her stomach, so vulnerable in a world so volatile, would need their support.

So, until she addressed this development with her leadership, Olive was all too happy to sit back quietly and not cause any problems, deigning helping out in any way she could. It felt nice to contribute to a communal cause once more, as she generally got along well with others and desired greatly their well-being.

The place they were prompted to stop was beautiful, and in a way that was more than the grand waterfall and the expansiveness of the plain. It was the fecundity of the land that drew her, and the power of the heights that drew upwards, over their heads and reached towards the heavens. Olive was struck immediately — so when a scouting party began to form, Olive had to bite her tongue in order not to volunteer her services. Lithe, nimble and featherlight, the sylph was especially attuned to conquering such great heights. Mountain climbing had always been her favorite past-time, from Gyrfalcon’s Keep of her Teaghlaigh days, or the mountains that served as the backdrop to her brief stint with Moonspear. Though her current leadership seemed keen on inhabiting the base, the proximity of such opportunities simply delighted her. 

Still, for the sake of her delicate state, Olive held back and said nothing to the group. Briefly, she glanced around for @Cassiopeia, and once found, trotted over and brushed her muzzle against hers. “You should go,” the mother suggested sweetly, for her daughter was young and full of energy — and might find the same pleasures in scouting as Olive so often had.