Vervain
even the darkest night
will end
will end
It feels weird to be back in Torchline, and not necessarily in a good way. It feels like papercuts on her heart, and Vai purposely avoids the city and the port as much as possible. She doesn't need to see the house where she used to leave, and she doesn't need to imagine what bottle Zephyr has found himself at the bottom of, not today. So it's under the bright Longheat sun that she makes her way up to the lighthouse, her shoulders bare and freckled, her clothes moss and mud stained, her hair wild and smelling of lavender.
That's the only downside of her move, as far as she's concerned - she can't spend time with anyone who isn't allowed in the Greatwood. And Nate falls under that umbrella. And while she doesn't know if he's home or not today, she can at least try. So it's holding a basket of herbs that the witch reaches out to knock at the door, wondering who will answer, if anyone.
That's the only downside of her move, as far as she's concerned - she can't spend time with anyone who isn't allowed in the Greatwood. And Nate falls under that umbrella. And while she doesn't know if he's home or not today, she can at least try. So it's holding a basket of herbs that the witch reaches out to knock at the door, wondering who will answer, if anyone.
and the sun
will rise
will rise
