Blackfeather Woods Night of the Living Dead

Tales were to be told, they’d all come to learn, which he was rather interested in. So long had he been one with the woods, yet he could not recall a time when they’d all gathered for the purpose of storytelling. He was curious to hear what story, exactly, might be spun, especially after it’d been suggested that Miraak should be the one to speak first. The brother of the late Queen, whose knowledge of the religion and Brotherhood as a whole was, surely, something worth taking note of. It was not immediately that he’d obtained the Inuk’s attention, however, for the news of the Princess’ pregnancy had been most exciting. The effects of the hunt had since faded away, thus allowing for him to smile at her as the news was shared. With a nod of his head, he’d said, “Congratulations.” Kove looked forward to meeting the next generation of Spiderlings, having been there for the birth of the first. He was curious about what Meldresi would have say, should she have lived long enough to see Potema now; how sad it was that she would never have the chance to meet her grandchildren.

From the girl and onto her uncle had Kove’s gaze slid, focusing then on the man as he waited to hear what he might say. The reaction of his wife towards the good news had gone unnoticed, only because he’d not glanced in her direction. It’d been from one Melonii to the next that he’d looked, leaving Nemesis to her own devices for the time being.