Desperado

Vervain chuckled softly as she watched Remi go about marking his place on the column, nodding and seeming impressed. Though a lascivious look did flicker across her face at his mention of Devrum not being the one on his hands and knees, and she smirked and shrugged her shoulders. "That is not for me to say," she said, though her filthy expression suggested very much otherwise. Confident that her comments should suffice in making Remi queasy at the very least, Vai leant across to check on the kettle, before sitting back and crossing her legs comfortably. Her smile was sad, and understanding too. "Yes, I know the feeling well," she assured him quietly. "But even if there were a way back, it may not erase the hurt you already feel." Shrugging her shoulders, she glanced to the alchemist, a faraway look in her eyes. "Yes. Ashetta's father, Trustan. I married him and became a mother when I was younger than Ashe is now. We were happy... but I grew unwell. I remember little of the time, but I heard Trustan believed I was already dead, and he took Ashetta away..." She frowned. A coward, he had been, but she had loved him wholeheartedly all the same. "He died, before I could ever tell him I had survived..." Blinking quickly, Vai took a deep breath and let it out again, before smiling more brightly to the hawk. "Now? I still love Trustan, and I always will. It's a warmth and a fondness that I feel, and a gratitude that he gave me memories, and a daughter to cherish. But my heart belongs to Devrum, and our child." vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe