"There, perfect." Vai nodded to her daughter encouragingly as she pressed the first seedling into the soil, nudging her shoulder warmly against Ashe's since both their hands were all dirty. Together they began to make a neat line of herbs, which Vai was hopeful would flourish into an effective little garden. She was patient with her daughter in a way that she wasn't, generally, with anyone else, and a soft smile flickered across her face when she finally got an answer. An answer which sounded honest, to boot.
"I'm glad to hear it, Ashe," she said, dusting her hands off and sittng back so she could give the younger woman her full attention. "It'll probably be a lifetime of healing, of learning... but I know you can do it. And the door is always open, okay? Always."
The name that left Ashe's lips was something foreign to Vai, the witch arching an eyebrow and tilting her head curiously as she heard her out. "No, I don't think I have..." she said slowly. "But I'd love to meet her, of course. Bring her by, if you like." She paused, chewing on her bottom lip. "And Kalt, I suppose. As long as he promises to bring his filthy ego at the door." Not that she thought his big head would even fit. vervain
she's a wild one with an angel's face
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