that wild wind still blows

For perhaps the first time since coming to Torchline, a genuinely mischievous smile lit up across Vervain’s face. ”I will certainly do my best,” she said, fully intending to take advantage of whatever new adventures this place held. The Greatwood had been a place of searching, of hoping and then giving up. Torchline was a new start - another section of the world now open to her - and she planned to seize it with both hands. A laugh escaped her as Melita waved up at the deckhands (the honeybee girl received a couple of waves in return), and Vai turned to her. ”I suppose I should leave you to your work, then. Don’t go firing those cannons at any other ships while you’re at port though, okay? And come find me any time, if you want to hunt or chat or whatever you like.” vervain where the wild things are