The Sunspire my dove, my lamb

This will be lackluster in comparison and I am so sorry.

Never before had Seabreeze actually gotten to attend a birth, at least in her memory of the Wilds.  There was something special about the bond she shared with Olive, and now that they were experiencing this together, it was somehow.. she didn't know.  It was beautiful.

She stayed close to Olive when the woman called her near and fled from her side when the druid needed space, taking note of her instructions.

And then finally, there were babies.  Seabreeze took to arranging flowers until Olive's gaze met hers, and she tentatively moved forward to sweep a kiss across the whitefae's forehead.  You did so well.