Blackfeather Woods So much ambition

Potema nosed the ground in search of some sign of growth. She figured that the cycle of death and life, even in the presence of such awesome power as the swarm had, was natural. If plants were regrowing by now, after weeks of death and barrenness, it was a natural, albeit frightening process that was beyond her years. But if death still remained...she shuddered at the thought of some evil spirit or Daedra cursing the land. It was a bit extreme, but it could still happen. The priests and witches of Hag Fen spoke of such things happening before in other parts of the world. Perhaps she was just being too superstitious about this.

Potema paused at the sight of her sister quietly standing in the woods. She observed the dark Rochester-Melonii for a moment, wondering how she was doing since Pietro's death. To her the young girl seemed fine, but she knew little about her only sister. Kendra. She called to her, approaching quietly. How are you?