Vervain
”Sometimes solitude can make you into a very sweet friend, Sam,” Vai says with a secretive kind of smile, running her finger around the rim of her teacup. ”Give yourself a chance. My son certainly has, and he doesn’t seem disappointed.” Felix has been excited, if anything, about the prospect of learning more of Torchline with someone as relatively new to the place as he is.
It surprises her, the reminder that Sam is ageless, for lack of another world, and she nods carefully. ”Just imagine; one day you might be the perfect tutor, with all these different skills you have acquired. You could be a sage, living at the top of some rickety old tower. We could enchant a broomstick to guard the door for you.”
Talk of the Fae, though? In relation to the Ascended? Vai wrinkles her nose, unable to stop the scepticism in her expression. ”They are quite an animated lot,” she says softly. ”It won’t be easy to win their trust. I worry for any who try who are Ascended, honestly.”
It surprises her, the reminder that Sam is ageless, for lack of another world, and she nods carefully. ”Just imagine; one day you might be the perfect tutor, with all these different skills you have acquired. You could be a sage, living at the top of some rickety old tower. We could enchant a broomstick to guard the door for you.”
Talk of the Fae, though? In relation to the Ascended? Vai wrinkles her nose, unable to stop the scepticism in her expression. ”They are quite an animated lot,” she says softly. ”It won’t be easy to win their trust. I worry for any who try who are Ascended, honestly.”
