in these wild, wild woods

The woods are constant in the fact that they are always changing, and they have welcomed Vervain back with open arms. The days are never the same, and that goes for the witch as much as the forest - some mornings find her vibrant and energetic and breezing through the trees like a wildling. And others? Others are like this, when the trees hiss with falling rain, and everything feels still as the grave. On these morning, Vai wanders the area around her little cottage; it is still in something of a pitiful condition, terribly overgrown, and her herbs have grown rampant throughout the surrounding area. She's rather proud of them, in truth, but it means that they require some taming now. So that is Vai's task in the rain - to harvest the plants that are spreading beyond their borders, to rein them back in as much as possible. vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe