01-07-2022, 09:17 PM
Olive, in any of her lifetimes, had a wayfarer's soul. It seemed her lot in life to be constantly seeking — wanting, wishing, questioning how things might possibly be better. The length of her ponderings extended from simple things such as the weather (her mixed desire for different climates prevented the flighty thing from stay in one place for a lifetime), to her passions (might there be an undiscovered herb out there, somewhere, with capabilities she hadn't yet dreamt of?), and even the meaning of life itself (this is good, but might there be something better?).
Not only did travel give the little witch the chance to explore these things, but the hours and hours spent on the road afforded her much time to mull over these thoughts in her head.
If Olive had cared more for diplomacy, she could have made a very adept scout. Instead, she often wandered with out aim; simply for the pleasure of cataloguing yet another place on the earth, testing her knowledge against a new set of parameters, meeting other souls and keeping a little bit of their essence for herself to draw upon for eternity. It was what brought her back to the snow of the north for a couple day's respite — the responsibilities and stresses of pack life melting away as the ivory dove fluttered across the landscape, bursting into a sprint. Her vision blurred at the edges in her intensity, but it was not enough to obscure the dark forms of a herd of mountain goats, the first she had seen in a long time.
Skittering to a stop, Olive took upon herself a pointed stature. With her nose jutting outwards and a tiny paw curled into her chest, the woman hauled in a deep breath and felt the scent bolster the fire in her belly, lighted by her mini-flight. The endorphins had just begun pumping, and she hadn't nearly tired herself yet.
Not only did travel give the little witch the chance to explore these things, but the hours and hours spent on the road afforded her much time to mull over these thoughts in her head.
If Olive had cared more for diplomacy, she could have made a very adept scout. Instead, she often wandered with out aim; simply for the pleasure of cataloguing yet another place on the earth, testing her knowledge against a new set of parameters, meeting other souls and keeping a little bit of their essence for herself to draw upon for eternity. It was what brought her back to the snow of the north for a couple day's respite — the responsibilities and stresses of pack life melting away as the ivory dove fluttered across the landscape, bursting into a sprint. Her vision blurred at the edges in her intensity, but it was not enough to obscure the dark forms of a herd of mountain goats, the first she had seen in a long time.
Skittering to a stop, Olive took upon herself a pointed stature. With her nose jutting outwards and a tiny paw curled into her chest, the woman hauled in a deep breath and felt the scent bolster the fire in her belly, lighted by her mini-flight. The endorphins had just begun pumping, and she hadn't nearly tired herself yet.
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