Wheeling Gull Isle i've got wide, staring eyes

"Cast a plague upon my enemies
And your love upon the scorned--"

An all-too familiar, earthly voice calling her name interrupted her new prayer, and Maegi looked up, meeting Reed's eyes. Coolly, she straightened herself back up, coming to a sitting position and curling her tail around her forepaws. "Reed," she murmured, blinking slowly. She nodded at the bundle of herbs next to her friend. "What are those?"

Hopefully something fun, she thought wryly. Hemlock had been plying her with various plants to help her heal; Maegi was in no need of healing, only peace. And peace did not involve trying to fix what was broken inside her. She looked with some scrutiny at Reed's offering, now, wondering if she came of her own volition or if Hemlock had put her up to this. Reed was strong-willed, but still very much under the sway of her mother.

Luckily, Maegi didn't have that problem.