feeling all the shades of indigo

Vervain

even the darkest night
will end

In Vai's dreams, she is home.

Home in a way that isn't the same as being in the Greatwood. The woods and forests and cottage are the same, sure, but here there's a sense of serenity, of warmth that seems to evade her most days.

It's probably the children, honestly. Fuzzy though the memories may be, especially of Ashetta, the toddlers that run and laugh and play in these woods are Vai's own, through and through. The sunlight dapples through the trees and across their rosy cheeks; the flowers sway as they chase one another. Not that it lasts, unfortunately.

She turns as the colours sour, as the world she's made whispers to her in a voice that she knows very well indeed. "Remi?" she calls out, raising a hand to shade her eyes. "Where are you?"

and the sun
will rise