Blackfeather Woods Beneath the red scarf and a chapeaux

The girl gave a shrug at Nyx's question, blinking up at her. "I dunno," she said softly, mouth twisting in indecision. "I don't really care."

She hadn't ever really thought about Potema in terms of love or hate. The white priestess was such a non-factor in her life that no emotions came into play when Maegi thought of her. How could you care about someone who'd never been around? Even if you did feel hatred, you hated the absence of them, not them as a whole. You couldn't hate someone you'd never met. . .right?

Her spirits lifted when the pretty girl explained the art of the temptress, and though some of the terms flew over her head--seduces? she thought blankly--it seemed a rather interesting way to live one's life. "That sounds cool," Maegi said in a blithe manner, smiling. "Maybe you can teach me more about that? Miraak is teaching me prayers."