Blackfeather Woods where order is wild

nothing you write is rambling rubbish hush now

Her lips stretched slightly in a smile. She liked the name; it was both beautiful and fierce, not simple yet not overly complex. Easy to remember, and hard to forget. Maegi shook off his apology with a shrug and a slight exhalation through her nostrils. It hadn't been his fault, after all. There was no one but Maegi to blame for her scars.

He was a bit spacey, but he started to come alive as he talked about the woods, and his desire brought a renewed interest to her eyes. "What have you learned so far?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. "Do you know about Sithis, Mephala, the Void. . .?" She led with the basic tenets of their faith, trailing off in a delicate query. It was one thing to instruct newcomers; to have them grasp for the knowledge themselves was another thing entirely.

It was exciting. Really.