Vervain
even the darkest night
will end
will end
Vai, strong and capable for her children as she might be, is not immune to the grief and shock of death. And this is about as personal as it gets.
Remi is not the only one in tears as he tries once, twice, to explain, the witch crying quietly even as she tries to wipe gently at his cheeks. "The Stormbreak refugees?" she asks thickly, both able and unable to comprehend such a thing. "In your woods. In our home."
Shaking her head, she absently smooths out an invisible wrinkle on Remi's shirt, inhaling a long breath before continuing. "Ludo told you, before it could happen?" she guesses. Which means it would not have been the quick, simple sort of death that most would expect.
"I was going to wake up early and feed the luxere," she mumbles.
Remi is not the only one in tears as he tries once, twice, to explain, the witch crying quietly even as she tries to wipe gently at his cheeks. "The Stormbreak refugees?" she asks thickly, both able and unable to comprehend such a thing. "In your woods. In our home."
Shaking her head, she absently smooths out an invisible wrinkle on Remi's shirt, inhaling a long breath before continuing. "Ludo told you, before it could happen?" she guesses. Which means it would not have been the quick, simple sort of death that most would expect.
"I was going to wake up early and feed the luxere," she mumbles.
and the sun
will rise
will rise
