Redsand Canyon iv: the wind, unchained

The woman offers her services, and Olive’s emerald gaze glances up from its home at her toes.  She wondered, for a moment, what the women saw in order to give herself so freely. It was a type of selflessness that Olive could only wish to achieve, for her interests — apparently — lay only in self-preservation. She was an animal, at heart, and despite her sometimes sophisticated tendencies. 

Perhaps she could learn something from this woman! Olive would take this stranger’s proposal, her dedication, and would praise her name whenever the gods would deign to bear witness to it. 

A small, simpering smile slid upon the fae’s pale lips. “Oh yes, that would be lovely…” she let her head drop and a single willowy leg extend out into a quick, yet sincere, bow. Rife with humility, she continued from her lowered position. “My sister, though not of blood, and I have too many children for us to carry alone… and they are far too young to cover the distance needed. Sweet woman, you are overly generous with your time. When we are established — either within another group, or standing on our own — we will repay your kindness a thousandfold.” With the fire-kissed girl’s assistance, her and Seabreeze’s dreams were closer and more achievable than ever before. Oh, wait…

“What is your name?” she questioned with a cant of the head.