Wheeling Gull Isle lilac wine

Strange. Though perhaps just about as strange as anything she had ever done. Who was she to judge? Maegi kept to herself, she just didn't do it in such overt fashion. And to be honest, it was kind of nice to meet someone new here. Another mind to warp, at least. She smiled faintly at the thought.

Have you always liked to hide? she asked, setting the wilted poppy plant to the side. There was another nearby, suffering. She took it by the stem, putting it out of its misery and planting more seeds in the hole it left behind--though saving one for herself, holding it on her tongue before swallowing furtively.

She turned toward Radcliffe. I grew up in a forest where there were lots of places to hide, the Melonii remarked. Lots of trees and shadows. Maybe you would like it there. I dunno. Not that she was going to invite him to come back with her or anything. That would be mighty presumptuous on her part.