Blackfeather Woods Dream no more

It was with joy that she brought her daughter back to the dark woods of her birth — of both their births. After what seemed like months of searching, she found the child nearby in the Flatlands. She was glad she didn't have to go far to find her.

But Koume was thin and weak. Every once and a while Potema had to lift her daughter from the ground. It was harder now, because of how much she had grown since she had disappeared. She had not yet asked where Koume had gone, or why she had left. Such questions could wait for later, when Koume was sound of body and mind.

As they entered Blackfeather territory, Potema deposited her daughter, and upturned her muzzle to call for her family — who she considered as such. @Cicero, @Damien, her brothers of course. Her uncle @Miraak, her remaining children @Kotake, @Vaati, and @Ganondorf. And @Vandal. Sweet Vandal. She considered him a part of this, already knowing and dreading the looks that would soon be directed towards her for summoning him. But she was too tired to worry about such things, curling around her daughter's form until the others arrived.