Smoke on the Wind [open] [se]

”I think we are all guilty of being idiots from time to time.” Vervain’s voice was soft and quiet as she approached the Wheel, her candle in hand, Felix snug against her shoulder in her free arm. Placing the candle with the others and watching it burn and flicker brightly, she turned back to the two men and smiled. ”What matters is how we learn from it, no?” Stepping forward, she leaned in to press a motherly kiss to Remi’s cheek, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze before glancing to Emmett. She remembered him from the woodland, collecting firewood with the little ones. Normally she would have asked after them, but it seemed there were more pressing matters dominating the conversation. ”Would you like to hold him?” she asked Emmett, motioning to the newborn currently watching the world around him from her arms. She didn’t say outright that she’d overheard them, given Emmett’s nerves, but it wouldn’t be hard to put two and two together. vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe