Blackfeather Woods they call me

Her ears perked up at his suggestion. This man was a priest! Perhaps that was why she hadn't seen him before--he was away, doing. . .well, doing whatever priests do. Vaati was a warrior, and was always around. Cicero a spy, so he always was in hiding somewhere, but you at least knew he was somewhere. Maybe Kove, as a priest, was everywhere and nowhere, all at once.

"Okay," Maegi agreed, lips spreading in a tentative smile. "That would be cool." She wondered what kind of training priestesses needed to go through.

Then he asked her about the prayer, and she offered another shrug, truly at a loss. "No," she admitted. "Maybe Miraak didn't teach me it. . .I just remember hearing it somewhere. Maybe in a dream. I dunno." Her shoulders fell as she spoke, her tone perplexed. "It's about Mephala, obviously," Maegi added, thinking perhaps he'd give her points for at least that shred of information.

Well, duh, Maegi. You only just said her name out loud. She cast her eyes downward for a moment, silently chastising herself for her moment of simple-mindedness, before returning her gaze to Kove, awaiting his response.