perfect places

"A tunnel made of glass?" Vervain echoed, blue eyes widening a fraction as her imagination filled in the blanks with ethereal blue and rainbow coloured fish. It sounded fantastical, and that was saying something considering the nature of the world in which they lived. She smiled to herself, letting her mind run riot on the magic in Melita's words. "Perhaps there are places similar to that here," she suggested, throwing out the suggestion easily. If there was a Spire and a barrier, why not a glass tunnel giving a window out into the ocean deep? At the mention of the Rathskeller and Longnight, Vervain nodded quietly, her smile fading somewhat. It had been a good idea, for all the drama and distress it had brought along for the ride. "I dare not think what could have happened to those who were left outside otherwise." And some had not made it, even then. Clearing her throat to banish those dark thoughts, Vai glanced sidelong at Melita and grinned. "Survival is the greatest skill of all," she said. "It's how I became a hunter and tracker. I could teach you, if you like. How to track prints, make traps, use a bow. Unless you know all of that already." vervain she's a wild one with an angel's face