perfect places

Vai couldn't help but smile as she looked upon the girl crouched in the undergrowth and watching the bees. She was reminded of herself in some ways; whilst she had never grown out of her wild nature, it was more tempered than it had been when she was younger. Enamored by beesong and tucked amid the shrubs and budding flowers, Melita was like something out of a fairytale. "They are," she agreed, giving her hand a firm shake as she rose to her feet. "Vai," she introduced in return, glancing back out at the swarm as they moved from flower to flower in a rising harmony. "I wonder if they make honey," she said, tilting her head as she considered them. "I imagine it would taste very unique." vervain she's a wild one with an angel's face