perfect places

Watching the other woman, so bright and vibrant and full of energy, sent warmth blooming in Vervain's chest. She wished, almost, that she could move with her, light on her feet and as at home in the wilds of nature as a man in the comfort of his house - and she could, normally, if it weren't for the precious cargo she was carrying. And so Vai left the leaping, diving, balancing and exploration to Melita, more than happy to supply the conversation as she danced about the Glade. "Hm? Nothing too dangerous, thankfully," she said with a laugh. "Besides the gourds and the luxere, I've seen some hanging snakes in the woodlands. And snow moss, too - that's good on a warm day." Smiling, she shrugged her shoulders as if to apologise that she couldn't offer anything more interesting. Vai kept a whole host of fairytales and other myths and stories to hand, though - should Melita want to hear about something less close to home, she would be more than happy to abide. "I'm a huntress by trade," she explained. "And I owned the Rathskeller for a while. Now, though, I work at the infirmary. I'm able to heal using magic, so it seemed silly not to help out. What about you?" vervain she's a wild one with an angel's face