Vervain
Vai can’t help but smile into her tea as Sam tries to find a nice word for the sort of people that Torchline is known for - and he does a good job of it, ultimately. It’s a shame, she thinks, that someone often so considerate of others, strangers even, can’t show the same kindness for himself. ”They are certainly a colourful bunch,” she agrees. ”Perhaps when he’s a bit older, Felix might like to live with you.”
Speaking of which, she brightens at the mention of her son, setting her tea down and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. ”He’s adjusting well, I think. He has a high opinion of you - he spoke about learning from you. Or with you, I should say. About Torchline, and about all the other things you know. As you can probably imagine, he’s quite enthusiastic about... everything.” Vai laughs, easily able to imagine her son dragging Sam on all kinds of adventures.
Speaking of which, she brightens at the mention of her son, setting her tea down and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. ”He’s adjusting well, I think. He has a high opinion of you - he spoke about learning from you. Or with you, I should say. About Torchline, and about all the other things you know. As you can probably imagine, he’s quite enthusiastic about... everything.” Vai laughs, easily able to imagine her son dragging Sam on all kinds of adventures.
