Blackfeather Woods waiting for something or someone to show you the way

The sound did nothing to change her mind, but what came next was a great surprise. Her ears swiveled forward, eyes widening slightly as she considered the question, bicolored gaze sweeping over the lines and curves of the girl before her. So absorbed in the meat of the query that her new nickname had escaped her completely.

"Why do you feel different, Spirit?" Maegi asked, cocking her head. "I don't think you're any different than anyone else who lives in the woods." A bit strange, perhaps. But not different. Not the kind of different she had thought herself growing up (and still now, as well).