The Sunspire just know you’re not alone

Olive existed, at that moment, teetering in a fragile balance. Life, at that moment, was all so beautiful and poetic — so much so that she expected it to slip from between her grasp as would sand between her paws. Something must so wrong, must tear down all this wonderful personal growth she’d made, because that’s what happened when things were going good, right? It always eventually stopped, because nothing in this world ever lasted forever. Oh, and there were so many reasons for everything to simply fall apart!

Still, the druid couldn’t help but easily find cheer in the here and now. She coexisted with her daughter once more, she had friends who [for all intents and purposes] seemed to like her, and come spring, she would bear offspring. What more could she ask for? If it were all going to be torn away from her, at least she could take solace in having known heaven, at least once, at least for a moment. Olive’s call joined the raucous song of the small Sunspire family, her lilting tone rife with equal parts love, relief, and uncertainty.