Blackfeather Woods Beneath the red scarf and a chapeaux

Maegi had somewhat of a mature way of looking at it. Had Potema really cast them all out? At least her own hatred had stemmed from a place of jealousy since her siblings had gotten the attention she had so desperately desired. She sighed softly, eyes wandering a bit, making clear she was pretty much done with the topic. She did not need more bruises of the past to still hurt and this was going nowhere anyway.

Nyx giggled then. The child truly reminded her of herself, yet somehow a better version. More mature and wise than she had been back then. I would love to, but - and I know this sounds rather silly - let us wait until you are a bit older. She did not feel comfortable teaching Miraak's lessons to a child yet, no matter how comfortable he had been with her.