Blackfeather Woods someone to rely on as lightning comes a-staring in again

Her eyes widened, mouth rounding in a tiny o of shock as Astara put the stone before her. She remembered the magic that had bloomed between her and Relmyna through this object, the power to speak with someone who was voiceless. Speaking of voiceless. . .

Do you know. . .how to use this? Maegi asked, looking at the girl. Did your mother ever show you? Mothers and daughters needed no such aid to communicate even without words; they were connected on a deeper level. Or should be, anyway, in a perfect world. Maegi and Astara, however, did not have the benefit of that connection.

Fur lifting a little in disturbed fascination, she folded herself low and placed her lips on one rounded edge, looking up at the other wolf to see if she'd do the same. As soon as her flesh connected with the smooth surface, the daedra began to chatter, some howling, some whispering, a veritable maelstrom of sounds.

It had been a long while since she had heard all of them at once.