Hushed Willows driftwood: a fairytale

Olive hadn’t expected to see anyone that afternoon, but when she felt the presence of another enter the vicinity around her, she was happy to find that it was Delight. Not that the druid didn’t want to interact with the seraphim, but Delight was becoming quite near and dear to her and any time spent with the shakti was time well spent. 

— she also keenly remembered what she and Seabreeze had recently discussed, and was excited to make further inroads with the potential father of their children. She did not expect Delight to say no to their proposition, considering his already-close relationship with Seabreeze, but if she had been critical woman she might have wondered about his litter of misfit children with Queenie. Regarding that, and regarding all other things, Olive had been feeling quite positive and she decided to lean fully into it. After all, everything was so truly splendid and to deny that would be to almost laugh in the gods’ faces. 

Her lips almost immediately split into a simpering smile and she welcomed the other wolf into her space.  “Delight! What a de—” Delight is almost what she had said, but she cut herself off with a halt and then acknowledged her mistake with bashful giggle. After a beat, she recovered by saying  “I would love nothing more,” and managed to bat her eyelashes in what hopefully came off as welcoming and endearing. She unfurled herself for a hug, if he wanted it. “How have you been?”