Felltree Marsh the guardian lives in her leaves

It pleased the sylph immensely when Antumbra reacted to description of Elysium with an innocent curiosity. Their freedom from trouble was assured, which brightened the almost ever-present grin on her face. It was nice when friendliness was met with friendliness, instead of hostility — not that she had ever had anyone be overtly hostile with her, but Olive was now realizing the weight of true responsibility and was sure to appreciate the moments that turned sweet instead of sour. Sometimes, the chances were 50/50. 

“No, not too far at all…” the Shakti woman admitted with a hum and a nod. It might be nice to have neighbors which with they were friendly and familiar, and Olive was feeling quite diplomatic at the moment. Seabreeze, who generally held the ‘career and politics’ reigns in their relationship, she would be so proud. 

As Olive mused upon the concept a potential alliance — because a sanctuary needed to be assured of its safety, with few to no warriors within its ranks — and turned the word Drageda over and over in her mind and upon her tongue until memories started to uncover themselves, and it all started to make sense. “Drageda, sounds quite familiar,” she noted mindfully. Truly, it was the word redwood which had done her in. Immediately, Olive begun imagine the bleeding sequoias of ravensblood forest. “I once helped to lead a pack on the coast.” Wait, why was she mentioning that? Now she was playing with fire. If anyone knew about Teaghlaigh, or the reason for their downfall… the past might quickly catch up to her. “Teaghlaigh, have you heard of it?”