Blackfeather Woods the way, the truth, the life

She mouthed Daedric, the word heavy and sweet on her tongue. The girl shook her head to wave away Miraak's apology, feeling abashed. She knew he only spoke so because her face looked overwhelmed, but it wasn't because of him. . .it was everything. All of this.

"It's okay," Maegi assured him, giving him a small smile to signify that all was indeed well. "I want to learn. From you."

It was a mystery why she was so drawn to the old man. Perhaps it was because, to her, Miraak seemed like the last banner-carrier of his sister's legacy. He was the only one in Maegi's life who had known her since birth. No one spoke of her like he did. He knew her power. . .but he knew her flaws, too.

"I wanna learn Daedric," she declared, looking up at the temple. Her eyes stayed locked on the rock as she spoke again. "Mazigon. I hear that a lot. What. . .what is it?"