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Olive smiled endearingly at the young man who offered her food. “No, thank you dear — but maybe soon…” It would never not be strange having Dakarai’s kin her, but she figured caring for the boy was the least she could do for the man she had love so deeply, once upon a time. Plus, children were always innocent of their parent’s crimes, and Drakonis was actually rather delightful. She wondered what this meant about Oxsana, Dakarai’s first wife and Drakonis’s mother. She must have been lovely.

She watched as Okeanos entreated with Mali, the sullen child who had been all but abandoned by his mother and father and brothers. Okeanos was being sweet, as he always was, but was met with venom. Seabreeze attempted to intercept the hostilities, only to find that she was met with more. The acidity with which Mali spoke was understandable, for certain, but not acceptable. The choice whether to leave the boulder or wait for wolves she wasn’t quite sure were returning had not been their’s to make — the gods had decided such things for them.

  “No — ” Olive began sternly, not about to allow the lovely Seabreeze to be spoken to in such a manner, and certainly not by a child, but Mali had skittered back the way they came. Olive knew better than to pursue him, as he left quite an acrid trail of energy that just begged to be left alone. With doleful eyes of cut jade, she regarded her lover empathetically.    “He’s a child. He doesn’t understand.” She said as a way to comfort them both. They were doing the right thing… right?