Blackfeather Woods the way, the truth, the life

@Kove or anyone else who wants to teach her about the lore and language

At night, when she dreamt, the gods spoke to her. They whispered in her ear, sweet and sultry, words and phrases that seemingly had no meaning. But Maegi did not have their language, and could not respond in turn.

The tiny pool in the glen connected to a small trickle of a stream, which connected to a larger stream, which connected to a swamp that covered a vast swath of the eastern part of the woods. Maegi did not much care for it, preferring the drier parts of Blackfeather's forest, but soon was thankful for her perseverance as she stumbled upon the clearing.

It was full of rocks and the biggest of these, right in the center, was cracked down the middle. And it glowed. Awe-filled, Maegi padded toward the boulder, taking in the sight of its blue-green, luminous streaks. This was no effect of moonlight, for there was no moon tonight; this was a place of the gods, and she heard them here louder than ever.

"I can't. . .talk back to you," Maegi whispered, her voice tiny against the vastness of the night, the immensity of this place. "I don't know how."