Blackfeather Woods welcome to the party--everyone have their kool-aid?

She frowned once more at Moonshadow's response, an answer that did not quite satisfy her question. The dark woman was up and down in Maegi's mind: she seemed okay, and her name was definitely cool, but the fact that she didn't do anything yet was quite bothersome.

"I suppose," Maegi said flatly, glancing around the clearing with no real intent. She was growing a little bored with this conversation. "But y'know this place is great, right? Like, you should be proud to be here."

She pointed her little nose up to the sky, then leveled it back down at Moonshadow, giving her a cutting stare. "The gods love us," Maegi continued, her voice grave. "They gave us this forest. Sithis, Mephala. . .the Night Mother, who's Meldresi, buried here. . ."

She did not anticipate the woman getting lost in her words or tired of the conversation. To shun the gods, and any talk of them, would be a serious offense in Maegi's eyes.