that wild wind still blows

They strolled together, similar figures with vastly different strides; Melita skimming and dancing across the sands, Vai at her heels in a straightforward line, leaving as few prints as necessary. "Ah, Remi told me about Hels," she said (though nothing of ramphires, but unbeknown to Vai they would come up again in a different conversation soon enough). "They land on your shoulder and you can walk on water, right?" Blue eyes widening as she caught Melita's gaze again, the witch's face lit up in a broad grin to hear that of course she was going to be firing cannons. "As exciting as that is, I do hope you never have reason to fire them too much," she said. The conversation about Felix continued, however, and Vervain found herself unable to continue to be vague. She laughed softly, rubbing at the back of her head. "You have no idea," she murmured, smirking. "Something happened during Longheat this year, at a shrine. And... well, he's taller than you now, put it that way. I think he'd be about sixteen, but age is a difficult thing to tell when you've only actually had maybe one birthday..." vervain where the wild things are