the nature of things

At their stern tone, Vai inclined her head apologetically - she was speaking to a deity as wild as the woods that surrounded them. Of course they created life with practically every step. It was a surprise, though, to learn that Frey did have children in the same sense as the one she'd intended, the witch smiling brightly at that thought. She didn't know why it seemed so endearing, but she couldn't help the way it felt. "That is very reassuring," she murmured as they spoke of the cycle of death and rebirth, arching an eyebrow at the worm that suddenly appeared on Frey's tongue for the little bird. It was... weird. But not. At the same time. She was still trying to find words to describe it (whilst surreptitiously checking her wine for worms) before, quite suddenly, they asked her about her child. Blue eyes wide, she grinned at Frey. "More than anything I would just like to know that it is healthy," she said. "But... yes, please." vervain she's a wild one with an angel's face