Olivianne (prime)
"An olive tastes like a bitter, salty mistake. It has an overwhelming brininess that clings to your tongue, a sour tang that lingers far too long, and an oily, almost medicinal aftertaste that makes you question why you even tried it in the first place. It's as if someone took the essence of old vinegar, mixed it with saltwater, and wrapped it in a rubbery, slightly rancid skin. The kind of taste that makes you shudder and reach for anything to wash it away." -Naertho Ilcan Vaalor
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Description
You see Olivianne the Forager.
She appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Vaalor.
She is notably short and has a leanly muscled physique. She appears to be fresh-faced and newly stepping into adulthood. She has large hazel eyes and smooth tanned skin. She has nape-length, wavy sandy blonde hair framing her face in a disheveled, carefree style. She has a sharply defined, small face, a freckled nose and a sprinkling of diminutive freckles across her cheeks.
Background
Known by most simply as "Olive," Olivianne is the daughter of a well respected Legionnaire Commander in the Crimson Legion and an unknown (at least to her) human maiden. She was raised solely in Ta'Vaalor and is very tight lipped about her upbringing, though you can get a sense from speaking to her that hers was not an easy childhood.
Upon reaching adulthood, Olive left the Nations and settled, for a time, in Wehnimer's Landing, where she discovered a life and people very different from those with which she grew up. It was during these early days of adventuring that Olive began to open up to the possibility of working toward a greater good instead of just doing whatever was necessary to ensure her survival. This led her to first embrace the Guardians of Sunfist, and then the Order of Voln, the latter of which she still actively supports.
Current Activity
Ever the wanderer, Olive eventually made her way to River's Rest and Solhaven, often splitting her time between the two places as she continued to hone her skills. It was during her time in Solhaven that she met Ifanna Aynesworth and became enchanted with the Order of the Azure Sun. Eager to join with a cause in which she believed, she relentlessly pursued the Order until finally, on the 30th day of Lumnea, in the year 5125, she was accepted as a page. Some months later, she was taken on as a squire to Ifanna.
As a rule, she can still be found flitting between the Landing, Solhaven and the Rest both causing and avoiding trouble in equal measure.
Sythril and Olivianne
Sythril and Olivianne's wedding 10/11/5125 — click to expand
With both hands raised in the air, an attendant enters and announces, "If everyone could please settle down, the ceremony is about to begin." Lythena follow behind and pause just outside the ceremony area, her head lowered while visibly deep in thought as the attendant quietly retreats.
Lythena's steps seem to fall silently as she enters and reaches for Olivianne's hand, followed by Sythril’s. With a soft, yet firm grip, she guides Sythril and Olivianne to the front of the crowd, marked most notably by its serene silence. "Friends, family, and loved ones, we gather under Gosaena's impartial gaze to witness the coming together of Sythril and Olivianne," says Lythena.
Lythena's face remains solemn even as her eyes soften just slightly, "To spend those moments granted to us before passing the Ebon Gate in love is one of the most serious affirmations of life. This bond is not to be taken lightly, as it is a vow to each other, and to Gosaena, to see through all times, bad and good."
Sythril smiles at Olivianne.
Olivianne gazes lovingly at Sythril.
Turning her own impartial gaze on Sythril, Lythena asks, "Will you walk beside Olivianne faithfully, until one of you crosses beyond the Ebon Gate and into the waiting presence of Gosaena? Answer true, for She already knows."
Dhevlyn says, "Say you will."
Drizdark chuckles. Saesyra nods in agreement at Dhevlyn. Nightpixie laughs at herself!
Lydanis says, "I think 'I will' is what she's waiting for."
Sythril exclaims, "Of course i will!"
Sythril rolls his eyes.
Olivianne nervously giggles.
Saesyra playfully murmurs, "He's worst to me to say so Common." Saesyra winks at Sythril. Drizdark ponders. Nightpixie begins chuckling at Saesyra!
Sythril turns to face Olivianne
Sythril lovingly recites, "I stand before you not as the man I once was, but as the man you've helped me become. You softened the edges I thought would never bend, and you showed me that trust, devotion, and love can be more powerful than any blade."
Sythril gently recites, "I vow to be your strength when you doubt yourself, and your calm when shadows weigh heavy. I will hold you when the world feels too sharp, and remind you of the beauty and fire within you when you cannot see it yourself."
Sythril continues, "To walk beside you through every storm to guard not only your life but your spirit and to honor the love we have built with patience, loyalty, and unshakable faith."
Sythril adoringly recites, "And most of all, I vow that no matter what comes, my heart is yours, fierce, steadfast, and utterly devoted for all eternity."
Tears well up in Olivianne's eyes, her emotional expression visible through her lowered veil.
Lydanis says, "If it's not apparent after all that...." Lydanis chuckles. Drizdark giggles.
Olivianne blushes a red hue to the tops of her ears.
Dark clouds roll away, parting to emit a few rays of sunshine illuminating the wedding couple.
Arelder takes a moment to observe Sythril.
Lythena acknowledges Sythrils response.
Turning her impartial gaze to focus on Olivianne, Lythena repeats the question, "Will you walk beside Sythril faithfully, until one of you crosses beyond the Ebon Gate and into the waiting presence of Gosaena? Answer true, for She already knows."
Speaking hesitantly to Sythril, Olivianne says, "I used to think I'd die in an alleyway with no one to remember my name. Every coin I scraped for, every lie I told, was just to make it one more day. Then you came along... stubborn, reckless, with that half-cocked grin."
Dhevlyn grins.
Olivianne smiles quietly to herself.
Drizdark grins.
Saesyra gazes with interest at Olivianne.
Olivianne gently continues, "And for the first time, I stopped running."
Speaking softly to Sythri, Olivianne explains, "You didn't try to save me or change me. You stood beside me. You saw every scar, every sharp edge, and still reached for my hand."
Lydanis smiles.
Olivianne clearly promises, "So I vow this: to keep choosing you, Sythril Ravenwynd, even when the road turns dark. To have your back in every fight, every shadow, every breath. You are my safest place, my truest partner, and the family I never had. I love you, to the Gates and beyond."
Lythena acknowledges Olivianne's response.
Chirping birds perch on a nearby railing, adding their song to the ceremony.
The serious expression on the sylvan's face breaks suddenly as she smiles, a full warm smile that does not seem uncomfortable on her otherwise grave face. Gently Lythena joins Sythril’s hands with Olivianne's, curling their fingers together before stepping back.
Sythril gazes lovingly at Olivianne.
Arelder takes a moment to observe Olivianne.
Olivianne inclines her head toward Sythril, inviting him to lift her chiffon veil. Sythril carefully draws back the veil, exposing her face for all to see.
Sythril gives Olivianne a lingering kiss on the lips.
Clasping her hands together, Lythena tilts her head upwards, eyes directed towards the sky as she begins a reverent prayer. "Gosaena, before me stand Sythril and Olivianne, beseeching your blessing upon their union. A union meant to last them until that time you call them past the Ebon Gate." As the last of her words echoes through the air, Lythena bows her head and silence again descends upon the group. A single white feather, caught upon the wind, dances delicately through the area, circling briefly around Sythril and Olivianne, before disappearing into the distance.
Saesyra nods encouragingly.
Olivianne smiles quietly to herself.
Mysterious bells begin to ring, their joyful chimes sounding from all around.
Sythril gazes lovingly at Olivianne.
As the feather recedes from sight, Lythena lifts her head, her voice a near whisper, though easily heard through the silence, "And so it is done." Turning on her heels, she glides silently out.
A jubilant chorus of bells rings mellifluously throughout the area.
Dhevlyn raises his gilt-hued champagne in a toast! Nightpixie raises her gilt-hued champagne in a toast! Arelder nods almost imperceptibly. Arelder smiles. Nightpixie throws her head back and howls! Darrgo lets out a cheer! Nightpixie places a hand over her heart. Saesyra lets out a cheer! Darrgo deeply exclaims, "Congratulations!"
