Broken Boulder lonely and dreamin' of the west coast

It was clear that Olive was an unintended audience to this convenance, but the pale sylph was glad she was there. The Governor spent little time beating around this bush and immediately offered Seabreeze a seat in the Senate. A small smile spread upon her thin maw despite herself, and despite the weary circumstances that surrounded such good news. Seabreeze, her love, deserved this recognition — recognition she never received when in Sunspire, but did much of the same work. Seabreeze had truly stepped up, in ways that Olive hadn’t been able to thus far, and Olive was not only proud, but grateful.

— but there was a small pause in her thoughts, a hitch in her throat, and a lapse in her gratitude. Within that small space lived a memory; the memory of she and ceannasach, amongst the bleeding sequoias, as he bestowed her with his trust and the title of red herring. It was the last time that she had been trusted as an advisor or a leader, and though she did not miss the responsibilities and self-sacrificial tendencies that came along with an elevated status, she did miss mattering that much. Perhaps the fae, for all of her stargazing and empty prophecies, was disposable. 

Olive swallowed such worries and plastered a beaming smile upon her visage.  “I can take care of the children,” she proffered sincerely, not wanting her love to know that she was anything other than happy, happy, happy. Then, in a murmur that perhaps only Seabreeze could hear, she admitted The pack needs you.” and she hoped Seabreeze would seriously consider. If disease continued to spread, Olive would not hesitate to take their family into quarantine, but that did not mean they had to abandon those who fell ill entirely.

Well, apparently Seabreeze felt similarly. Not wanting to interrupt the conversation of the elite, Olive just nodded but did not offer more than that.