The Sunspire kiss me on the lips

Seabreeze moved to shield her, but from what? A future that that merely an inkling; a postulation? Some might wonder why the two let an unwritten future get in the way of their present happiness and complacency, but it was as real as it was uncertain and untellable, perhaps only from the way that it lingered over them and made them heavy. Anything that made Olive feel or made her intuition sing, was very much a real thing to the druid and deserved her consideration. Intuition and feelings were the gods’ language, so with an air of seriousness, Olive steered backwards a step or two and faced her sister to broach at topic which they had briefly mused upon before, in the confines of their den when the Alphess was not present.

“I cannot help but think that our place in not here,” the sylph mused somberly.  “Our burden upon Sunspire is too great… We are almost a pack in and of ourselves.”