that wild wind still blows

Vai did yearn to inspect, her blue eyes bright with curiosity as she gazed down at Melita's ankle. "From the wisps? That's amazing," she said, a grin creeping across her face. "Even if not for very long, that must be so useful in a place like this." Straightening up again, she breathed the sea air in deep and wiggled her toes in the sand, watching as Fangorn grumped his way across the shore to occupy himself. The Ark was a ship, then, and that had fresh wonder flashing across her face. "You've been busy, since I once offered to teach you how to hunt," she said. "Do you work on it? Or just live there. My offer still stands, by the way, if you wanted to practice with me." Her expression tempered somewhat as they spoke about Remi, Vai nodding gently. "That's the impression I got as well. But... as long as he is happy, I can only be pleased for him." For now, until they reached a stage where they weren't just glossing over the deeper things that had happened to them both. "But enough about him, I can see him any time. Where is this Ark of yours?" vervain where the wild things are