[SE] [OPEN] beat the drum

With a newborn, dancing was not really top priority for Vervain. With that being said, however, she loved the music dearly, and her feet itched to move to the more lively songs. There had been a time where she could drink a fellow hunter under the table and then dance atop it to whatever warbling song a bard played, but it seemed she had matured. (A bit. Not much). So for now she merely hung at the fringes of the dance as the music thrummed through her, Felix gathered up in her arms. She cooed and smiled down at him, the baby watching her with big, calm eyes as she swayed, her movements gentle and careful but seeming no less buoyant with the energy of the festival. vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe