Silvertip Mountain holy holy

gonna close up here ♡

 
The extreme happiness that Olive had felt upon meeting the two women greatly diminished as Eirlys first did not recognize her, then turned to run. For a moment, Olive wondered if the young girl had been lying, and was so terrified by Olive’s awful-ness that she could not help but flee. Did she know her papa? Oh, yes! and if Olive ever knew him again, she was not entirely sure what she would do. Perhaps it was for the best that the young fearghal had fled, for that was a chapter of her life that the sylph hoped would remain forever closed. Olive had moved on as best she could, despite how truly pathetic her attempts might seem and how often she caved to the extreme sorrow, but it was over and now she looked towards the future.

Now alone with Dalia, Olive wondered in the girl might be more at ease. Carefully, Olive struck up conversation and tried to steer attention away from their third’s unceremonious departure. After a fulfilling chat, the two parted ways and Olive returned to gazing at her reflection once more and marveling at the plush-ness of her winter pelt.