Vervain
Two steps - one into the portal, the next into the Greatwood.
And the hush of the rain and the roar of the sea was replaced by softly chirping birds and the gentle whisper of branches, their leaves still fresh and bright. Sun filtered through the boughs of the Mathair behind them, and Vervain took a deep breath of the sweet air and let it out again. Flowerbuds and moss, it seemed stronger now than before.
”So this is the Greatwood,” she murmured, glancing over her shoulder to Zeph to see what he thought of the canopy of trees, the sea of green all around them dappled by gold streams of light.
For her part, the witch was dressed in leather and fur, her bow and quiver over her shoulders, dark hair braided back out of her face. ”Fancy a little target practice?”
And the hush of the rain and the roar of the sea was replaced by softly chirping birds and the gentle whisper of branches, their leaves still fresh and bright. Sun filtered through the boughs of the Mathair behind them, and Vervain took a deep breath of the sweet air and let it out again. Flowerbuds and moss, it seemed stronger now than before.
”So this is the Greatwood,” she murmured, glancing over her shoulder to Zeph to see what he thought of the canopy of trees, the sea of green all around them dappled by gold streams of light.
For her part, the witch was dressed in leather and fur, her bow and quiver over her shoulders, dark hair braided back out of her face. ”Fancy a little target practice?”
