Blackfeather Woods You Spin Me Round (Like A Record)

Maegi was looking for Nyx in the Redgrove when Miraak's call rang out across the trees, and, abandoning the futile search--the star-dusted girl hid well in the dark forest--began to make her way quickly as possible to the Temple, from which the invitation had sounded. Namira's Mire slowed her down a bit, but she got there eventually, wagging her tail as she saw Miraak's burly form in the center of the clearing.

"Hi," she greeted, beaming up at her uncle. She hoped he had more lessons for her today. Her uncles--well, uncle and father, she amended, thinking a bit darkly of Cicero--had been good at teaching her many things, from poisons to prayers and everything in between. Kove, too. She looked forward to every potential scrap of knowledge she could grab hold of.

"I've been practicing Daedric," Maegi informed him gravely, sitting on the frosted grass alongside him. "Skorkydoso glaesā?" She hoped she had gotten the pronunciation right, though Miraak was often gentle with his corrections.