that wild wind still blows

The distraction of the ship was everything that Vervain needed, the huntress following after Melita only to skid to a stop once the girl finally halted at the foot of the Ark. Vai tilted her head up and up and up to see the ship in all her beauty, the dark wood well oiled and cared for, the russet sails sun-bleached but patch free. She could see a few people on deck already, but while she certainly looked fit to sail, Vai couldn’t imagine what the waters would be like out there at Deepfrost. ”She’s beautiful, Melita,” she breathed, grinning and nudging the girl with her elbow. ”You better have the best adventures on here, you hear me?” A mischievous twinkle lit up in her eye, the huntress already knowing Melita well enough to realise that adventure liked to follow her about anyway. vervain where the wild things are