Greatwater Lake he has thrown down the cavalry as gravel sinks

he denounced the wood's forebearers, but it was the subsequent darkening of his gaze that moved her to believe him, tentatively. the blackfeather of the past had fallen and their wood claimed then by the very ones Potema had sought to snuff out. his use of the plural, and the fact that he acknowledged this place as their land of birth, had her curious how many of the old order were there now. his blink conveyed a clear question, but she was silent a beat before speaking again. "Maegi is with you, then?" there was a third, she remembered, but his name was lost in the slew of memories from this place. there was disappointment in knowing that the woods don't lay empty, as would provide some measure of closure, but she is content in the knowledge that it is not as it was.