in a word, love

VAI The huntress Word spread far. It reached through trees, its fingers stretching across even the darkest reaches of the Greatwood, where a gypsy woman still searched for the wild heart that had claimed her own. But there was no Devrum, not in that forest, not anymore. Wherever the beast inside him had taken him, it was beyond Vervain's reach. But those other people she loved were not. And many things had changed, since she had watched Remi Abruzzo become Remi Taliesin. Some things had not found her until it was far too late - things like death, like blight, like hurt and scars. But others - like the man who had once made her tea in a small abode in Northaven becoming Governor of a new land - no, they had come to her in remarkably good time. And so it was that Vervain Calob took her first steps through a portal, saw the sea and the sand for the first time in years, and gained directions to a starbright lighthouse close to where Remi lived. The woods still claimed their mark on her; in the messy braids in her dark curls; in the feathers and bone twined there; in the quiver on her back and the leather and fur around her body. But she was here, before a quaint cottage at sundown, not knowing quite whether knocking would be appropriate.