Blackfeather Woods the final pluck of their misguided heartstrings

The witch woke, having felt a tingle in her spine sometime in her sleep. As she stepped over her children, she accidentally nudged a few, her paws brushing past @Koume and @Vaati. From the Glen she could catch a glimpse of the twinkle in the night sky, but the air's sudden heaviness sent her to the Temple.

As the sky was freed from the Woods' dark grip, she could see the streaks of light in the sky. Stars, dancing, racing through the sky. The woman gasped, her ears slicking back. While some might behold this with majesty, she felt only fear. She had grown up with stories of the stars and the moon alongside her brothers @Damien and @Cicero; how they were the souls of those who escaped the Dark Brotherhood's grip, ascended into the sky to mock them for the rest of their days. Potema sucked in her breath, wondering what this mad dance meant. Was it further mockery for the branch's descent? Who had sent it? Meridia? Azura? Kynareth?

She struggled to grasp the meaning behind it, only feeling indignation and frustration instead of marvelling at the phenomenon above her, brightening the sky with silver rather than letting the darkness reign. She bared her teeth at the sky, cursing whatever gods she could, muttering prayers that Mephala, Nocturnal, anyone fight against this assault upon their domain.