perfect places

Flowerbirth, they called it here. Vervain was born in the spring, and she felt herself renewed with the reappearance of light and colour to the world. Not only that - she had plenty of other reasons to feel energised; one of them would likely make an appearance towards the end of the season or the beginning of LongHeat, if the progression of her pregnancy was anything to go by. She was not the type to wander without purpose, but today she had simply wanted to enjoy the glade and the whisper of the trees, the birdsong, the hum of bees... In fact, the bees were singing, too. Which was... unusual, to say the least. Vai blinked, peeking around a cluster of young saplings to gaze at the swarm, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Beyond them she spotted a girl watching, Vai carefully picking her way around them until she was within earshot of the stranger. "I have never seen anything like this... Have you?" vervain she's a wild one with an angel's face