Lucky shot

remi Remi and Vervain had agreed to meet at dawn near the border of the Woodlands. Getting up before the sun had risen to meet the huntress temporary lulled the alchemist into a false sense of calm, as if everything was alright again. They might as well have ben in Northaven, but of course they weren't. Ianto wasn't here. Martha wasn't here, and Remi hadn't even spoken to Loren since they'd first arrived. Nothing was the same. Nothing was alright. But perhaps Vai could temporarily make him forget about all of that. She had a way of always making him feel better, and even though he had donned his feathers and wings and wouldn't be able to speak to her, the hawk was fairly certain that her mere presence alone would be enough to sooth and smooth his ruffled feathers. Perched in a tree, Remi watched the mist as it hugged the trunks of the trees. The air was still brisk, but no doubt as the day went on the temperature would rise.