Blackfeather Woods I'll stop wearing black when they make a darker colour

The girl was sitting, head bowed in quiet reflection, near the Altar, when movement near the edge of the swamp caught her eye. It carried a distinct wolf-smell, and was smaller than either Kove or Miraak, which could mean only one thing: it was one of her siblings. Indeed, the form revealed itself to be Ramsay, in all his stunted glory.

One of her ears flicked curiously as she stared, but her mouth nonetheless opened in a lolling smile, genuinely happy to see her brother. Limping toward him a few paces, she stopped and waited for him to come the rest of the way. The only trouble Ramsay had with movement regarded his head and neck; he walked just fine: not perfect, but at least faster than her.

"Ramsay," Maegi greeted. Her voice was beginning to dip slightly, from the squeaky pitch of her girlhood to the sharp yet husky sound it would become. "Why are you here? You never come to the Temple." She surmised he was looking for her, but would wait for her brother to speak for himself.