what we leave behind

VAI The huntress "That's good." Vai smiled softly, already rummaging through her pack to get everything out. "She was born hungry, as they say. She'll be a bruiser like her pa." Ingredients for the stew were placed to one side untouched - that could come later. For now Vervain withdrew a few oddities; metal and bone, sticks and string. "Ronin asked me to make a mobile for her," she murmured. "And I intend to keep that promise. He said that there are a few of Vanya's feathers to add to it, as well. Do you know where they are?" She glanced up at the man who was as good as a son to her, pausing once everything was laid out and reaching up to brush a hand across his cheek. "She is very, very lucky to have you."