Blackfeather Woods where order is wild

Maegi shook her head, brow furrowing as well. "No. . .not that I've heard," she said, beginning to second-guess herself. Gods, what if she was feeding Wintersbane false information? What kind of priestess was she if she couldn't even keep her lore straight? "Mephala is the Night Mother. That's what I was taught." (Cue Emily triple-checking the Blackfeather Woods pack page.)

The girl shook it off, letting her face relax. "Anyway, those are the two main gods, but there are many more. Peryite, god of pestilence and disease--that's who I'm named for," she added, pride evident in her voice. "Sheogorath, god of madness. Molag Bal, who's this demon. . ." Maegi trailed off with a shudder, remembering how he had, in the form of Skullchaser, marred her so.

"It's a lot to learn, but I can help you," she insisted. "I want to help you." He seemed sincere enough, and kind, and he wasn't bad to look at, either. Besides, she had taken up the role of daedric historian, albeit an unpracticed one, as a pup--why couldn't she do so again?