Blackfeather Woods death gazes in all directions, as curious as a hand, with blind eyes

The birds. Ravens and crows, Their caws were frequently heard all over the forest, but they were currently in a rather isolated spot. Usually the calls of the corvids was enough to answer a newcomer's questions. But soon enough, Atli would learn about them. They were too present, too numerous a presence to ignore for long.

He flirted and Potema countered, but Potema was no warrior either with her body or with words. Eventually she fell to his blows, consigning herself to a soft hum in response rather than anything witty or intelligent. She had shown her interest, and that was enough. She focused herself instead on finding the tunnel entrance nearest here; they were all visually well hidden, this one under a large bush whose branches spread out over the entrance. There is a tunnel system underneath the Woods. We call it Mephala's Web for our Goddess, She gestured to the tunnel's entrance, Our infirmary and herbs are down there, called Meldresi's Keep after my mother, She supposed in a way she had lied to him. They had worshipped their priestesses like gods, but only after they had passed. Or only Meldresi. Potema herself didn't expect to be worshipped like Mother had, commemorated with a territory named after her.