Blackfeather Woods bloom, gloom & doom

Her stare caught his attention, and for a while he held it with his own icy eyes. She carried herself with confidence and pride, traits that reminded Damien of his own infancy. He'd been the boss ever since he could remember, in control of his surroundings as though he'd been born for the task, and he had come to believe that to be true.

There was shame in her eyes and soft voice for a moment, to which Damien offered a reassuring gesture of his snout, nudging her head up as though telling her there was nothing to be ashamed of. "I was actually hoping you'd join me today," he said, unsure still of whether his statement was true. For a reason he'd come there, and for a reason Mephala had pulled her out of the den to find him. The only thing left to do was to find out why.

"Nyx is the goddess of night," he explained, seeing that Astrid wasn't familiar with her daedric name. "She's also known by the Name of Nocturnal," he added, linking his previous statement to the lore of which he was keeper. "I gave you and your brothers Daedric names so that you'd be guarded by our lords, the Daedric Princes... I believe you've heard about them," he teased with a taunting smile, trying to gauge a reaction from her girly features.