Blackfeather Woods you are young and life is long

Maegi was never one for confrontations. Faced with a reality that was disagreeable to her, nine times out of ten, she fled. And she saw no reason to do otherwise, now. Cicero. The spiderlings were her sisters, of a sort. It was both enraging and disappointing, and the two emotions fought tooth and nail within her for domination. Rage won out.

With a snort, the Melonii--the Melonii!!--turned on her heel and stalked away, not another word in edgewise.

It was not an affront to her. It was an affront to Ramsay and Euron, who should be here, not them. And Cicero should be, too--how dare he? How dare he abandon his children like Potema did hers? For surely he had departed, her brothers in tow, with Relmyna carrying his pups. These girls, unfit to bear the Melonii name.

Yes, this would require some rumination. She allowed herself to sink into a dark place in her mind, brooding.