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Vai grinned back to her young apprentice-to-be, nodding to her and strolling through the Glade as naturally as any of the forests she had called her home. It would be good, she thought, to work with her hands again, and more to impart wisdom and skill that could then be used elsewhere. With a light sigh, the witch smiled up into the canopy of green high above their heads. "Then it's a deal," she confirmed. "The days are getting longer and the game will be good. Give it a month or so and we'll have so much to hunt, we won't know what to do with it all." And until then, there was always this to enjoy; the sweet air and the music of the bees. {END} vervain she's a wild one with an angel's face