Blackfeather Woods i'll wait to be forgiven, maybe i never will

Maegi had wondered whether she'd run into the little shadow girl again. She was checking her old caches when she caught the flash of ebony a little ways away, and turned, fixing an impassive but not unfriendly stare upon the girl. Her sister? Ramsay didn't seem to think so. So then it came down to who she trusted more—Ramsay or Relmyna.

Ha, good joke. But still. . .they looked so similar, bar her brother's twisted spine. How could it not be?

Hey. . .Astara, she pulled the name out of the depths of her mind, remembering that the late Listener had called her so when she was on the mend from eating "deadly pink." (Maegi wondered, too, if she was still so impulsive.) She fell silent, waiting for the girl to finish coming her way.