Vervain
even the darkest night
will end
will end
Remi doesn't notice, but Vervain does. The witch and huntress is perfectly attuned to the elements and the wilderness, and with the strange angles of the flowers (and different types of flowers, for that matter), along with the ethereal light that seems to be peeking its fingers through the trees, she finds herself quietly smiling. "That isn't true," she says. "It is like everything. You have grown so much, Remi - never forget that. I still see the young man on my doorstep in Northaven, though, for what it's worth."
Chuckling and rising to her feet in the snow, the witch steps over to admire the dragon headed flower Remi has rescued. Stroking her finger along its petals, she smirks as the flower huffs a wisp of smoke. "I suppose Mateo can get into trouble no matter what age he's at," she agrees.
Wrinkling her nose at the idea of a fence, Vai steps away to retrieve her basket. "A fence would feel wrong. You can't put a fence around the wild, Remi," she says, grinning over her shoulder at him. "Now why are you sneaking into my dreams, pray tell?"
Chuckling and rising to her feet in the snow, the witch steps over to admire the dragon headed flower Remi has rescued. Stroking her finger along its petals, she smirks as the flower huffs a wisp of smoke. "I suppose Mateo can get into trouble no matter what age he's at," she agrees.
Wrinkling her nose at the idea of a fence, Vai steps away to retrieve her basket. "A fence would feel wrong. You can't put a fence around the wild, Remi," she says, grinning over her shoulder at him. "Now why are you sneaking into my dreams, pray tell?"
and the sun
will rise
will rise
