The Sunspire the world forgetting, by the world forgot

The scene that played out after her unceremonious announcement was exactly for what she had hoped: Forrest did not react, and Seabreeze retreated from the cliff, emboldened by the auspicious promise of new life. It was such a difficult thing, to experience such profound sadness — but, it was also a difficult thing to witness someone else experience profound sadness. There was so little that could be said, and so much Olive wanted to do for the girl… but the ashen druid figured that would have been more of a self-soothing endeavor anyways, and did not wish to coddle herself at the girl’s expense. All she could do was to hold space for this soul, so needing of love, and aid in giving her something to live for.

The rest of that shitty personal growth, the kind that felt like it was tearing you apart in a million different directions, that was a journey Seabreeze could only go through on her own. Unfortunately, Olive was not able to explore within the woman’s own mind and help her ride out the vicissitudes of healing, so Olive would have do so physically. Silently, Olive vowed to be at Seabreeze’s side every step of the way, if she so wished. Her packmate sister? would not have to go through this — whatever it was — alone. 

When the girl had crawled far enough away from the precipice that she was no longer in immediate danger, and had crumpled into a sobbing heap at the feet, Olive padded ‘round back the crying form and settled into a big spoon position, hugging the girl tight. A glance and a grimace was spared to Forrest, still quite uncertain if this was their best tactic, at least until the moment of crisis had passed. “They are too little to feel…” she cooed gingerly, letting her nose brush the downy fur of Seabreeze’s ear and pressing her still-willowed figure against the girl more tightly. “but they are there, and they need you.” At this point, Olive certainly hadn’t enlightened Rannoch of her condition and she figured having the support of her fellow midwives might soften the blow. If it both helped her and Seabreeze’s current situation, then it was a double-win and certainly not a bad thing. “So, yes, you will? You will help me — us?” at this, Olive lifted her chin and gestured fondly to Forrest, showing that she was in solidarity with them; a type of closeness you find from letting someone see the worst parts of you, and allowing them to love you anyways. With gentle rousing, both Forrest and Olive were able to bring the torn Seabreeze to her feet. Then the midwifery trip moved inland and down the Sunspire, never to forget the events of that night.