Blackfeather Woods addict with a pen

Ghostlike, she floated through the forest, watching him. She wasn't sure what the nature of their relationship was. Friends? Sure. But it was deeper than that, something twisted, like roots into the ground. She didn't understand a bit of it. She knew, though, that she needed to look out for him, to protect him. Not only from others, but from himself.

Maegi saw him snap through the plant and surged forward, remembering how brazenly the dark girl--her sister, she thought darkly, unwillingly--had eaten the poison. Nearly barrelling into him, her eyes widened as she saw how much he had already consumed. It was an unfamiliar plant, could be harmless--but more than likely was not.

"Mou, do you know what that plant is?" she asked, a harsh edge to her tone. "Because I don't. You can't eat that much of something if you don't know what it is! It could kill you!" Losing Astara would have been sad--losing Mou would be earth-shattering, unthinkable.