Blackfeather Woods I wanna hate you

Kove came to conclusion simply milling things over in his head and thinking aloud, a thing that pleased Cicero. He nodded occasionally while he listened, his role as advisor not as necessary now that Kove was making progress on his own. Then he came to the conclusion that it was his daughters that he missed, not their mother.

Cicero's eyes narrowed, brows scrunching together briefly while he thought of Desna. Cicero closed his eyes for half a second while violence flashed on the inside of his eyelids, a hunger for blood and pain. He fought it, and when he opened his eyes he returned to Blackfeather Woods, feeling weird and vicious; strong.

Looking at Kove, Cicero divulged: "Sheo knows—" Pause. "I know where—" Pause. "They are. Cicero saw Desna." Cicero did not remember the exact location, but he knew he could remember, somehow. He'd remembered this, after all. "Xan asked for them, so Cicero scouted." Cicero was not usually one for telling lies, but he felt that he had little choice in this matter. Sheo. Sheogorath was the secret that no one could ever know about.