Phantom Hollow The spider spinning his web for the unwary fly...

@Damien :D (maybe @Cicero too?!)

His quest has not been fruitful as of late, which frustrated the shade. He had something when he first arrived, but whatever history his sister and those wolves of the two rivers had would be lost to him. It was certainly not pleasant.

The river by the hot springs led him into this hollow just before the sun slid away behind the mountains, lighting up the grasslands in a spectacle of gold and red. Despite the brightness of the grassland, these woods were dark, quiet. Already he felt at home in this quiet hollow. Even before the sun disappeared, it was still, quiet. Miraak slid from the river into its silence, his ears constantly pricked for some semblance of noise. Nothing. The Silencer smirked. If this wasn't the Void Incarnate, he didn't know what was.

He sat down next to a tree, feeling his bones ache with contentment as he settled into the grass. Miraak chuckled at his old age, wondering if the growing cold was to blame, or a lifetime of clashing bodies and scars upon scars upon scars. Let us hope that Mephala has the kindness to let us meet before I keel over, dear sister,