Sunbeam Lair you yes you

february theme: infatuation
@Stigmata

Winter’s peak was behind them and though the world was still frozen and frigid, there were smudges of light to be found amongst the darkness. The air smelled fertile, and with minimal effort, the newest of grasses could be unearthed from beneath the snow. It made Olive proud to weather out the worst of the northern country’s weather amongst the relative sanctity of her willows, with close friends by her side and her wife in her bed. The best of things had yet to come. 

It was almost silly of the woman to be in such high spirits, since her two natural born children had departed from Elysium in search of culture and travel and adventure merely days before. A younger Olive would have been torn to pieces at this news. The Olive of today knew that Séamus and Eleuthera were good children with kind hearts, and she trusted that she and Seabreeze raised them well. For her cubs to spread their wings and fly only mean that she had fulfilled her duties as a mother — and as the wonderful souls they were, the sylph knew they would return to her one day and they would tell her of their adventures. Olive could not wait for that day, whenever it might come. 

In this universe, there were no coincidences. The departure of her two youngest babes freed her hearth, heart and home for what her heart called very strongly towards: another generation of wolves to thrive amongst the willows. Her season would come soon — as a woman experienced in these things, the fae knew this. She and Seabreeze had recently discussed their intentions and would soon bring their idea to Delight, when the time felt right. Yes indeed, the best of things had yet to come!

Knowing that her mobility would soon become limited, Olive began to enjoy long jaunts from her sanctuary more and more often. She enjoy the strength in her limbs and the peace of mind that it brought. She even found herself seeking the heights of mountains more and more, closer yet to her beloved stars, and found herself reveling in the general loveliness that was life. But here, in the weak beams of daybreak after a long night’s stargazing, Olive found herself finally becoming tired and tried feverishly to blink the sleep away from her eyes. It was a fight that, if no one interceded, that she was destined to lose.