Vervain
Vai has never seen this yurt before, and yet she doesn't question its existence. The Greatwood leads her wherever she is meant to go - that's how it appears, anyway - and today, it seems, that place is here.
The huntress has actually been searching for snow moss and peppermint bark, following the game trails of the luxere who enjoy such things. But rather than a copse of poplar trees, or even a herd of the aforementioned luxere, Vai finds herself swathed in the scent of cedar and sage.
And so, with a soft smile on her lips, she tugs her scarf down below her mouth to let out a sigh that clouds the air before her, all the while stepping up to the entrance to the yurt. "Hello?" she calls out. "Is anyone at home?"
The huntress has actually been searching for snow moss and peppermint bark, following the game trails of the luxere who enjoy such things. But rather than a copse of poplar trees, or even a herd of the aforementioned luxere, Vai finds herself swathed in the scent of cedar and sage.
And so, with a soft smile on her lips, she tugs her scarf down below her mouth to let out a sigh that clouds the air before her, all the while stepping up to the entrance to the yurt. "Hello?" she calls out. "Is anyone at home?"
