Blackfeather Woods the way, the truth, the life

She nodded gravely, drinking in every word as if she were in great thirst for them. The girl had craved knowledge since birth, especially that of the supernatural. It was a trait she shared with her mother, though she did not know it, and when she did grow to know it, she would vehemently deny any connection she had to Potema, good or bad.

"I hear them," Maegi confirmed, feeling their voices swell and ripple around her like the eddies in the creek running through the forest. "But I don't understand." She looked at Miraak, hoping he could help her. "Can you understand them?"

She wondered a lot of things in the span of just a few short moments. What were offerings? How many did you need to give? And. . .worship? Miraak had thrown a lot of unfamiliar terms her way, and the little girl strugged to grasp their meaning.

But she was suddeny shy, and felt as if she were asking a lot of questions already, so she let many of them slide. All she knew was that this place was special. Perhaps Miraak could offer her lessons day-by-day, instead of giving it all to her in one big speech.