Blackfeather Woods the good, the bad, the crazy

Fear clutched at her heart like icy jaws, tearing into the flesh so recently wounded by the war. Why would they stop now? One day, she would be able to peacefully live with the knowledge that there were wolves that wanted her dead. As a child, she had a long way to go to reach that level of zen.

They had just come home and now they had to leave again? Maegi was incredibly disheartened. And overlaying the sense of homesickness was the terror of leaving everyone else behind. Unlike Ramsay and Euron, she was not so close to Cicero as to follow him blindly; her loyalties more lie with a few of the wolves in the Bypass. Kove. Nyx. Vaati, even with his flaws.

And Meldresi's body was here. Even if Potema was right--even if the Night Mother would have hated her--she still felt a pull toward the dead priestess. More importantly, Miraak's bones now lie here, too.

She would need time to think this over. For at least the duration of the search for moss and poppies, if not more. She knew that time was of the essence. . .but this was an incredibly important decision.

Swallowing, Maegi nodded at Cicero. "I know where the moss is," she said softly, her voice sounding much smaller than usual. "But I don't know what poppies look like. Are they plants or flowers?" Truthfully, even if Cicero gave her the best description possible, she would still struggle in finding the medicine he needed.

But she would try.