Blackfeather Woods Honey, whatchu waitin’ for? Welcome to my candy store!

He stretched with the casualness of one who owned this land, gently nudging the blood and gore. It was only Miraak's perfume that brought him here, but he could not deny the allure of the land. Dark, imposing, oppressive in stature, nevermind the black, ragged shadows circling the canopies and the dark red stains and clumps, the white bone.

A young girl approaches first, but she says nothing. Instead, she stares, her eyes doing the talking. The catamite stares back, his expression bright amusement. He waits her out, wondering how long she could take of such intense stares before she broke. But another came, another child, impressive and tall as he was. Malcanthet's gaze shifted between the two, before he smirked. Is this place run by children, then? He asked, wondering if either of them would talk, or if both were simply going to stare and watch. What kind of children were they raising here? Was it all a part of their vetting test?

He did not balk at their glares, mismatched and intense as they were. No, he waited for Miraak to come, humming to himself as he eyed the children, before a gasp caught in his throat, the larger, elder Melonii approaching. Miraak, He cooed, raising to his feet, tail wagging gently behind him. Lēkia hen ñuha muña, He smiled, Are they yours, or...? He could not believe that such a think a