Vervain
even the darkest night
will end
will end
There is no sun or moon at LongNight, but the Greatwood has its own tricks and treats. Vai is gathering hardy flowers that glow as if infused with moonlight, on her knees in a dense and dark patch of the woodland. Fireflies and wisps drift through the naked branches and settle in her dark hair, giving her further illumination to work by as she carefully unearths one of the plants.
Loosening the roots from the cold dirt and snow and carefully placing it in her basket, she plans to replant a few of them around her cottage. They will make a nice addition each Longnight, she thinks. Humming under her breath and moving on to the next flower, the witch feels an almost obscene sense of peace as she goes about her task. It's as if she's exactly where she's meant to be.
Loosening the roots from the cold dirt and snow and carefully placing it in her basket, she plans to replant a few of them around her cottage. They will make a nice addition each Longnight, she thinks. Humming under her breath and moving on to the next flower, the witch feels an almost obscene sense of peace as she goes about her task. It's as if she's exactly where she's meant to be.
and the sun
will rise
will rise
