Blackfeather Woods Sleep is a little Death.

maegi rn

That terror rose higher as Potema approached, looming over her with a murderous look on her face. Her words were like cuts, sinking deeper into her skin than any physical harm her mother did to her. Maegi felt the tremendous urge to shake, to cry, to flee. . .but, somehow, stayed put, a small ember of resolve burning in her stomach.

"Why do you hate me?" she asked, voice matter-of-fact. "Everyone else likes me. Helps me. They're nice to me. But you. . ."

Her voice breaks a little as she continues, her tone high and incredulous. "You say these mean things about me, but no one else does. It's only you. Why?" Maegi sighed, the sound a little shudder in her throat and chest. "You can chase me out. . .but I'll keep asking."