Blackfeather Woods i.i : you gotta be crazy; gotta have a real need

Maegi went just as rigid when the name escaped Flicker's lips, standing straight and staring right through her, as if trying to burn a hole through the woman's skull. They lingered in silence for a moment, Maegi racking her brain for when exactly she had told her that name. Once before, certainly, but still. . .

Don't ever say that name to me again, the girl responded after a few beats, voice devoid of emotion. Without anything more, she turned and began to pad away, the fur along her spine aloft. She resisted the urge to look behind her, feeling as though Flicker would be right on her heels soon. Just in case, she broke into a slow trot.

She wouldn't slacken her pace until well after she had crossed the border.

fading unless Flicker stops her