perfect places

Melita's smile was thoroughly contagious, and even as Fangorn (what an adorable little name for an adorably vicious creature) turned his eerie stare on her, Vai couldn't help but return the grin. "A survivor, huh?" she mused, nodding and folding her arms across her chest and resisting the urge to get any closer to the gourd. Whilst he might be a companion of this vibrant young woman, Vai knew better than to assume friendliness from Fangorn just because Melita was so easy to be around. The witch couldn't resist a laugh as Melita called herself restless - from the little she had seen of her new companion thus far, she couldn't think of a much more suitable word. Nodding, both in agreement and at the suggestion, she turned to stroll again through the glade. "That sounds nice," she said. "Who knows - perhaps we'll find something even more interesting than bees with beautiful voices!" You could never be certain in this place. vervain she's a wild one with an angel's face