Lucky shot

Vai laughed softly as he ruffled up his feathers and agreed to the story, indulging him in it and making sure to hold him as gently as possible - she had no idea, after all, what might be wrong with him. And without having had the time to get a grip on her apparently brand new magic, she didn't trust herself to mess with him. So as they strolled through the morning light and the mist slowly began to burn off, Vervain launched into the tale, hoping to distract them both. It was a fairly optimistic story - a city trapped by mist, saved by a heroine who could walk on moonlight to get above it. Fantastical, of course, but then so were most of Vai's tales. vervain where the wild things are