Blackfeather Woods hello? is there anybody in there?

Like a stone thrown into water, there was a ripple, a disturbance. Maegi whirled slowly--the world spinning around her, even when she stopped--to see Relmyna standing there, watching her. Her lips curved in a smile, and she padded toward the priestess, chin lifted in inquiry. The last time she had seen the woman, she had been much younger, small enough to fit neatly into her embrace. As it was now. . .

They were almost at eye level, though Maegi would always be short of stature, and perhaps always below Relmyna. In height, perhaps, but not in standing. Maegi was a Melonii, and nothing would ever change that. Relmyna was not. The Listener might have inherited these woods, but she was not born into them. It was this lingering sense of superiority--that a part of her despised--that clouded slightly her gaze as she stared at the woman.

"Hello, Relmyna," she said coolly but not altogether unwelcoming. She was, after all, glad to see her old friend, who had once been a kind of surrogate mother to her. Now? Her position in Maegi's heart had been taken by wolves like Venninne and Coelacanth; she didn't know whether the speechless woman would ever take up that same space again. Only time would tell.