The Sunspire destiny and fortune

So busy chewing was Olive that she did not notice Rannoch in his approach. Her mind was so consumed by the anxiety of the upcoming changes, that when she heard her Alpha’s voice, she wasn’t immediately sure if she had imagined it or if it was, indeed, her reality. It was only when Seabreeze pressed herself against her slight frame, both announcing Rannoch’s arrival and expressing her desire not to speak, the Olive came to a realization that now was the time.

Olive wasn’t necessarily a being who liked the actively make decisions and take control of the things that happened to her. She deferred to the moon and the stars, both of whom were more insightful and ever-knowing that her mortal soul could ever hope to be — and it was not that this decision had been made without the consult of the gods, but more because of them. They had presented the problem, but left the solution to the two mothers to infer.

She did not like this. She knew that Seabreeze did not either; for, did Sunspire not offer them everything? Did Rannoch and Liffey not offer her this mountaintop as a place to raise her babies, and did their efforts not keep them hale and healthy every day they resided here? Did Terance not bless her soul sister with children — something that Olive’s biology would not allow her to do, not matter the truth of the love that existed between them — and give her the gift of motherhood? Dakarai, her plague and her light, had left the earth upon these very borders and so had Oaxaca. At a certain point, the baggage [and the potential for more] was too much to bear. The past was the past, but the future was still unwritten.

“Rannoch,” she began, with a sidelong glance to Seabreeze. She wasn’t sure how to broach the topic, so quite ungracefully, she stated “We must go…”