Broken Boulder leaving traces of us down the boulevard

Olive chuckled at Seabreeze’s joke, letting her shoulder blades roll up towards her ears and down her back as any remaining tension released and melted away.  She shook her head from side to side, energetically demonstrating her agreement to Seabreeze’s request and her simultaneous dismissal of any potential of them ever living on a mountaintop again. The sylph had done this twice now — one mountain named for the moon, the other mountain names for the sun — and quite enjoyed how the elevations provided an imax view of the stars, but Olive was always quick to remember Seabreeze’s negative experiences with them — the episode, the crying, the trying to throw oneself off of the bluff — and suddenly, mountains were not so grand anymore. Anything that worked for her, but did not work for Seabreeze, did not actually work for her. 

“No, no more mountains,” the woman agreed with a sigh and a smile, placing her check to rest against Seabreeze’s withers and surrendering the whole weight of her head to its new pedestal. 

Olive was actually quite content right here, to do nothing more than rest against her lovely sister and feel her heart beat against the gentle swell of her own feathered chest; but Olive’s mind was always working, always churning information input and seeking more. She loved to learn about Seabreeze and hear how her mind worked, the dulcet tones of her voice, her likes and her dislikes. Olive wondered if she might ever tire of it. “In your dream life — the life in your head, where everything is exactly how you want it to be…” she started, massaging her cheek against the crest of Seabreeze’s shoulder and gazing up to the tired, autumn sky. “Where do you live? What do you do? Who are you with?” Had they ever truly talked about their dreams, and not their present reality? Sometimes, to be so firmly grounded in the present, was too…. real.