Blackfeather Woods Someday your bird is going to fly.

Her lips pulled tight in a straight, disapproving line as he barely let her get a look at the cut before putting it down. She wasn't able to get a word in edgewise as he brushed past her, down the path again. With a tiny sigh, she tried to keep the blood-smell out of mind and poked around for moss instead, hoping that maybe he'd let her at least tend to the wound a little.

It's so empty, Maegi remarked, nose lowered to the base of an ancient tree. Ancient, but still sturdy. She bared her teeth and tugged, plugging a clump of vivid green from between two knobbled roots. It was always empty, really, but now. . .

Even if she went days without seeing more than one or two souls, she had still, as a child, possessed the knowledge that Vaati, Kove, Miraak, were all within calling distance. She was not alone. Today, there were just a few of them, and they lacked the structure the woods had once boasted. It was very strange, and honestly disheartening. Would it ever be like it once was?