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

"So are yours," Maegi observed, smiling a little wider as the weight on her heart eased. Conversations about their mother brought her all the angst in the world, and she was more than happy to shake them off as soon as she could. "They're darker. They look like Miraak's."

War is coming. She knew already, though she had heard from Vaati, not from any sort of divine message. The thought of it sent a shiver down her spine, but Ramsay looked cool, almost nonplussed, by the coming storm. A warrior born, for sure. His destiny was on the battlefield, she was sure of it. As for hers. . .

"I'm here a lot," she responded, nodding toward the Altar. "Miraak and Kove are teaching me lessons. Prayers, Daedric. Cicero taught me a little bit about poisons. I'm just learning." That was as good a summary as any--just learning. If she were a human child, Maegi would have been a voracious reader; as it was, she clung to her teachers' every word.

Her ears pricked in curious inquiry; she wanted to hear more about the world outside their Woods. "What are the borders like?" Maegi asked. "I never go. What's it like out there?"