[SWE] The Festival of Lights

Vervain had been distracted by the beauty of the fire and the materials scattered about for others to make lanterns, a faint smile on her face. She'd found her daughter otherwise she might have made a lantern for her at a festival like this... but there was someone else she might quite like to see. She had moved on from Trusten, certainly - the fact that she was so wildly and passionately bound to Devrum spoke that much - but to see her first husband again for a moment, to assure him that Ashetta was alright and that she had finally found them... and to apologise. For not being fast enough... that would be nice. By the time she dragged her attention back to the present, she became suddenly aware that Remi was no longer quite with her. Once glance at the hawk told her that he wasn't well and, worried that he might stagger into the fire (and secretly, darkly concerned that he might also shift into the beast), Vervain stepped forward to grip him by the shoulders, guiding him away from the flames if she could. "Hey," she said quickly. "What's the matter? Look at me, Remi. Do you want to sit down?" vervain face the wind