Blackfeather Woods All I see is black

"There are several truths, they say. Multiple things can happen from one event. You have to keep your mind open with scrying." She said as Ohen moved forward to gaze at the cobweb. Meldresi wondered where Ohen had been raised, though she knew of similar practices throughout the world. Drag your weight or die. Though she had never heard of banishment as a result of slacking off. Hopefully Ohen had not been banished for doing just that. "I have heard of places like that. It is not as enforced in Teekon Wilds, but here in Blackfeather we do encourage earning a trade. Even my children are doing it." She was slowly growing used to waking up in her den without the restless warmth of her children, as they were now up and about, sparring or hunting with Burke, or collecting herbs for her.

"It is hard, but nothing in life is ever easy. My Goddess is meant to be mysterious, after all. Mephala, Goddess of Deceit and Lies." She moved in closer to the web, studying it yet again in the hopes of finding a new strand, a new message. "What gods do you worship, Ohen? Perhaps they have different messages for you in these webs. The gods are fickle in that sense."