Fairspell Meadow If there’s a wrong road, I’m damn sure gonna take it

A loner. She had met with one before and had liked him. The wolf was kind and gentlemanly, for someone with no loyalties but to oneself. There was an appeal in being a loner to the young girl: no responsibilities, no pack duties to attend to everyday, no watching the borders jealously. She could practice any kind of herblore or magic she wanted, run where she wanted without having a home to come back to. Potema had to admit that she liked being away from her family, disastrous conditions otherwise.

Remember your duties... A voice hissed, quivering with anger and contempt. Remember that you are too young to be on your own. Remember that you still have much to learn. She had to concur with the voice, once again. Her mother had things that she had not yet revealed to the girl, especially now that she was away. She could stick around until she became a full member of the Dark Brotherhood. Then, she could go out and explore.

"Blackfeather Woods. It's north of here." The forest was a black smear in the north, clearly identifiable to her and the wolf. But Potema strayed away from thoughts of home, though it still rested on the back of her mind. "What's being a loner like?"