Desperado

A cabin in the Woodlands and a child on the way - particularly in the middle of Deepfrost, Vervain had not expected quite such an abrupt change. Still, there was little for her to complain about at the moment; it was early morning and snowing softly outside, painting the woods in a very pretty shade indeed. The fire within the cabin was roaring and the huntress was wrapped in a blanket, sitting in one of the wicker chairs outside on the porch to listen to the rustle of the trees in the snow-heavy wind. Her dark curls were left free around her shoulders, her fingers clasped on a steaming mug of tea, and sleepy eyes watched the wilds with unabashed contentment. For all of the joys of running the Rathskeller, for pottering around the Settlement or being in her little temporary abode in the Domiciles, this was like coming home. Like really coming home. Letting out a long sigh, a particularly brisk wind caused her to shiver ever so slightly, and Vai decided to retreat indoors again. She rose to her feet, sipping at her tea and padding towards the front door to let herself back in. vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe