Vervain
”Am I?” Vai asked, a sad smile on her face as she gazed down at the little grave, at the small and starry pebbles that adorn it. ”The rain is refreshing.” It was a poor excuse, and one she didn’t try to fix. She was already soaking wet - what was the point in getting dry now? Still, the witch was far from heartless, and her expression and shoulders softened as Remi spoke again, Vai tucking a tendril of hair behind her ear.
”It’s like a milestone,” she said quietly. ”Or an anniversary. It doesn’t make it any less painful than the other days, though, save for when people expect you to have moved on, or feel better. How is Ronin coping with it?” A year since their world had imploded. A year since Torchline. How time flew.
”It’s like a milestone,” she said quietly. ”Or an anniversary. It doesn’t make it any less painful than the other days, though, save for when people expect you to have moved on, or feel better. How is Ronin coping with it?” A year since their world had imploded. A year since Torchline. How time flew.
