Blackfeather Woods Full of death and glory

she blinked. maegi had gone. and she had not taken the boy named mou.
for a long moment, relmyna gazed unseeingly at the woman before her. there was no anger within her heart, nor annoyance — she was surprised to discover she found not even sadness there. 
it was not your duty to stop maegi, flicker. only to tell me she has gone. a smile, fleeting, wan. sorrowful now, if only for the pain she imagined maegi must carry, to depart her birthplace yet again. thank you.
molag bal. relmyna did not recognize the name, but the eldritch sound of it warranted research, insofar as she was concerned. however, for now, the seafoam eyes rested on flicker thoughtfully. would you like a purpose here in blackfeather?