Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

[table width=80%][tr][td]Atshen wasn't wrong; Blackfeather Woods had quite the reputation given the twistedness of its members. No sane wanderer would look at their blood-marked borders and go "yeah, that place looks fine". She shook her head in a way that meant "fair enough" and kept following him, feeling that the argument(?) had ended right then and there. Besides, she now knew what actual border-walking was and not just the way her brother did it. Nice. See, this was the kind of teaching that she could get around with; Miraak could learn from Atshen, who would've thought that?

One note of a chuckle escaped her at the nonchalant statement, though it didn't last very long. It was a slight break of her usual character, but Atshen always did that to her. She wouldn't have saved anyone else's ass but his and perhaps Damien. The rustle beside her made her freeze, eyes scanning the woods' grounds until she scented it. It had to be a rat or something - maybe a mouse. Honestly, Nyx got them mixed up a lot. So, without another word did she alter her path and walk straight through where she thought the little thing was hiding. With a peep did it run out; straight for Atshen if she wasn't mistaken.[/tr][/td][/table]