Blackfeather Woods lord of the flies

Maegi drew forward, hoping to soothe her brother as he winced and staggered. She knew not what was wrong, only that he was upset, and it was affecting him physically, too. Before she could touch him, however, he stalked away after murmuring those last three words. "Euron, wait--" she called out--but he had already disappeared into the trees.

Despondent, she sank down once more, sitting on her haunches with a sigh much older than her body. She knew what he meant. She didn't want Potema as a mother, either. And Cicero had been wonderful to them; she was proud to have him as a father. But those two, together? It wasn't right. She had thought so, and Potema had confirmed it. It wasn't right.

Kove slipped into view, and she jumped slightly, adjusting her features to neutrality and standing up. He came to her side, and she swallowed thickly, not knowing really what to say. She wondered how much he knew. About Potema, Cicero, their heritage.

"What did you hear?" Maegi asked, her voice small.