Blackfeather Woods flesh and blood

For once, she heard Euron coming and was prepared for his touch, though it still knocked her slightly off-kilter, what with the bad leg and all. Giving him an amiable sound, somewhere between a growl and a purr, she looked back at Cicero, who had spoken.

"Ask you anything?" Maegi questioned, pondering all of the things she could possibly throw at him. She could ask him about plants or poisons or gods or stars, all the things that interested her, but perhaps that would bore Euron or her uncle. She didn't want to be boring.

She was suddenly shy, and looked to Euron for backup. Then back to Cicero. The two looked so alike, the only thing separating the two was an eye color. Her brother was her uncle's perfect miniature, in almost every way.

Then, one burning question made its way into her mind once more, and she looked down at her right forepaw. It was the question that kept her up nights, and she had kept it hidden away for fear of the answer. But now she looked back at Cicero, and with a voice that trembled slightly, she asked, "What's wrong with my paw? It doesn't look like everyone else's."

She looked at Euron, feeling embarrassed. "What's your question?" she asked quietly.