Blackfeather Woods Night of the Living Dead

Potema and Miraak arrived after him, the latter addressing Meldresi's remains with the love that befit their relationship, and Damien watched with sorrowful eyes at the red flowers blooming from her bones. Although her remains were the only physical thing she'd left in her absence, her legacy was significant, and each of those who sat around her bones tonight were a part of it, and it was just about to grow stronger.

Potema's announcement got her the pack's attention, and she deserved it. A proud grin painted Damien's features as though he was the father himself,but honestly he was the closest that his sister's brood would ever get.

Once she'd gotten the greetings from the pack and the attention had stayed on her for a moment Damien decided that her words had been enough for what the subordinates needed to know. His eyes found Miraak's, fixed on them for a moment. He could still not believe the resemblance he bared to Meldresi, but already the differences were hard to unsee. "Uncle," he called, an effort to drive the attention of the pack onto him, "It would be wonderful for you to share your knowledge with us. Who else with more experience than you?" he suggested coyly. More than Sithis and the Daedra, Damien wished to know more about Meldresi. Miraak was her brother, one that seemed to have been close to her, and thus the perfect source of information about everything related to the late priestess.