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She raised her brows in barely-veiled skepticism—man, this kid was weird—but otherwise said nothing, resuming her gardening with a sigh. Whatever makes you happy, I guess, Maegi remarked wryly, nosing at the base of one wilted poppy plant. Her lips peeled back and she plucked it from the ground, the seeds shaking down and into the earth she had just disturbed.

What's your name? she asked, shifting her gaze over to the bushes again. I'm Maegi. Why are you so into hiding? The island is safe. She had never felt safer than when she was at Undersea. Even Blackfeather Woods was a place of mystery, with Peryite-knows-what lurking behind every tree—but here, none of those perils existed. It was peaceful, pleasant, kind.

Why did this boy seem so skittish? What had happened to him to make him so? Maegi thought of the experiences that had brought her here, the first time, and frowned, a small shudder rippling over her pelt.