The Sunspire take a bite of the apple in the face of god

Time seemed to pass quicker and quick, despite the days lengthening. Both a blessing as well as a curse, Olive knew it was only a result her perception of things, for the extreme felicity and comfort that she found upon Sunspire nurtured a healthy mindset and time no longer dragged on as it once had. She busied herself by tending to the nascent shoots and roots of her garden, or luxuriating in Cassiopeia’s nearness, or relieving her constant need to urinate on their territory’s borders… but the more time she spent on these pursuits, she knew the more her secret would begin to unravel. 

Olive truly had good intentions when joining Sunspire. Being subversive was never her intention — the sylph had only wished to find the right approach when it came to coming clean, but time continued to lumber on and still no clear line of action had presented itself. The reappearance of Forrest counted for something, but the gracious midwife could no more solve her problems than could she. The sylph had begun to doubt that the right approach would ever come to pass, and the mother-to-be could not wait much longer, lest the news escape her and become tainted by passing through the mouths of her peers first.  She had to tell him.

A twist in her stomach, the ashen shewolf lowered her sensitive nose to the ground and followed the path she knew would take her to @Rannoch.