that doesn’t mean what you think it means

Vai didn’t believe it - that he lived to serve - but the company was enjoyable, and she reached across to take the bottle back and took another sip for herself. ”Nice to meet you, Zeph. How come you’re not enjoying the revelling?” At a nearby bonfire there was a good deal of cheering and singing, though the guitar somewhere behind them stayed as slow and calm as ever. Vai raised an eyebrow at his remark, tucking the bottle into the sand between them. ”I imagine you are,” she agreed, though he had only really owed her a proper story. Still, debt was debt, and Vai wasn’t about to turn that sort of leverage down. ”I’ve only been here about a week. I come from the Greatwood, but someone close to me has recently become Governor of this place. So I came through the portal with my son.” vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe