Blackfeather Woods hello? is there anybody in there?

relmyna gave a gentle nod; she could not blame a child for the circumstances of their birth. but neither would she argue with maegi's more apt assessment of her own reality. however, she could not quit the gentle smile that briefly touched her ruined lips — somehow in that, they mirrored one another — and canted her head to one side. you are home. no matter what choices maegi had made before, she had returned to the place of her birth, and things would be set right once again.
the same whispers did not come for the listener, but since damien's departure, she had known kove would not hold the wood forever. and she too wondered in silence who it would be. her gaze settled thoughtfully on maegi; relmyna was quiet for a moment.
in my soul, i know a melonii must lead us again. she herself was not, nor kove, but he was a dark brother and as fit as damien to lead them, in her mind. yet the spirits of this place had become chaotic, churning with insensate violence, and perhaps it would be a younger generation of melonii blood to quell them. i am growing old, maegi. i will not be our high priestess forever, her mind murmured, though she did not shape the words, wary of their power.