Blackfeather Woods Beneath the red scarf and a chapeaux

"I suppose," Maegi responded with a rueful sigh. She felt as if her life was composed of waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting for the time to come. When would she grow up and finally get to know everything that everyone spoke about but never explained to her in full?

A question rose in her mind, but she pushed it down--perhaps it would be upsetting. But it gnawed at her as she sat in silence, and finally. . .finally. . .she burst out quietly, "Where's your mother?"

She closed her lips tightly, regretting it. Her eyes blinked apologetically up at Nyx, tail thrashing in agitation. "I-- I'm sorry," Maegi whispered. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Or if she didn't know. What if her mother was dead, gone to the Void?

But maybe it would be better if Potema was dead. She basically already was, to her younger litter.