Lion Head Mesa seven foot frame, rats along his back

She clung to every unfamiliar name and story, feeling uncomfortable when the subject shifted to her not once but twice. Even the way he spoke of his queen had her torn; obviously, he worshipped her, but at the cost of their children? Though Maegi couldn't imagine a world in which she'd have to choose between Mou and her babes. . .

Most find it very difficult to talk to me, she responded, lips quirking in sardonic humor. She took in a breath, let it out in a sigh. My homeland. It's not far—the dark forest, just north of your claim.

"You should be there."

It's literally night and day, between there and here, Maegi continued, firmly ignoring Sheogorath's rebuttal. Your gods represent all. . .good, bad, ugly. My family's gods are nothing but darkness, blood and chaos.

Ra. Nwt. Bes. Tawret. She began to form the essential connections between these names and their elements, holding them close to her heart like a charm against evil. 

Perhaps one could protect her from whatever sought to tear her mind asunder.