Emberflame Ridge Runaway faith

A date of 4/18 would be awesome!

After many months of dormancy, Olive’s tendency to wander had risen once more — this time fierce and insatiable, whereas before it was quiet and easily swallowed. Now in the later weeks of her pregnancy, Olive kept her inclinations limited to those territories directly surrounding the willows, for sheer responsibility’s sake. The shrouded druid did not wish anything bad upon her or her children, though she was family certain that nothing ever could or would.

So the gravid woman took to exploring the peaks and ridges that fiercely protected her coven, as she had done many, many times at this point. She loved the feeling of having her home abreast on one side, and one the other a limitless expanse that simply begged to be explore. It was this dynamic pull of opposites that drew her forth, and happened her upon a young woman in the forest.

Olive strode forth, mesmerized by the stranger and her appreciation for the natural life that finally abounded around her. Carefully, she approached. “Isn’t it so splendid?” the druid pondered sagely, wondering if she came off a smidge too pedantic. “It is fascinating that amongst the many purposes that arbors and flora have in this world, one of those is to simply to wow us with its prefecture.” aaaaan she just couldn’t stop herself.