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

She didn't hear anything. Maegi listened, tried, tried—and then Astara broke away, clearly irked. The elder Melonii lifted her head, a gentle frown pulling at the corners of her mouth. She wasn't angry at the girl, she was frustrated that they couldn't communicate like she once had with Relmyna. She thought this would be possible.

Sometimes it's difficult, she said slowly, taste-testing each word. The daedra, I mean. There's a lot going on. Sometimes it's hard to connect. Maybe, if Astara felt better about the whole process, she would be willing to try again.

Maegi looked at the young woman, intrigue lighting her face. But you do pray. . .right? she asked. That's—that's good. That's something.