Not Natural

VAI The huntress Vervain had been warned, and she had heard the stories, and she still had questions. Was it bravery or foolishness that took her on quiet feet through the snowy dark? Only time would tell. The Glade's shrine appeared, eerie in the moonlight through a cover of skeletal branches. Vai approached carefully, her thick curls loose about her shoulders to keep her neck warm. From the depths of her furs she withdrew a single white candle, leaning down to place it in the centre of the circle of stones. Lighting it was difficult with the weather, but Vai was able to stay the wind away from the little flame. "Ludo," she said. "I would speak with you, please."