Blackfeather Woods i like irons, but i love fire

He firmly believed that Relmyna's brood being fathered by Cicero was impossible, so he had a rebuttal ready when Maegi claimed they looked the same. A lot of our bloodline look this way, he said, having met a fair few Melonii during his brief stay with the sect from which Meldresi hailed. Miraak had looked identical as well, if Ramsay's memory served. Anyone could have sired them. I'm certain it wasn't him, there was no time.

With that matter settled, and with no means of convincing him otherwise, Ramsay sought to move onto a more important topic. Maegi stopped him before he could ask the question, however, with a heartfelt admission. I've missed you dearly too, he said quietly, not quite as saturated with feeling, but he never had been all that expressive. She would recognize from his tone he meant it greatly. He couldn't speak for Euron, but he had always entertained the thought of trying to find her and bring her back into their fold. He was pleased he had the chance now, even if their brother wasn't present.

What are your plans here? he wondered, casting around with a slow turn of his compressed form to sweep his gaze through the trees looming over the glen.