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And again, Astara stormed away from her. This time, Maegi didn't try to call her back, or rush after the girl—it wouldn't make a difference. She let out a sigh as she watched the shadow go, shoulders slumping a little, and then bent to pick up the stone. She placed it where Astara had, carefully, so as not to disturb the delicate balance of bones atop each other.

She stepped back and observed, then. Curious. It was ghastly, but beautiful, a credit to Peryite and the daedra. Astara might not have the gift of speaking to the gods, but she sure had an eye for aesthetics.

Watch over her, she implored Peryite in a whisper. Guide her steps. Come to her in dreams. For she can be your servant, but only if you reveal yourself to her. She pressed her muzzle to the altar, a quick kiss, and then departed, too, looking for the rotted mouse she'd dropped somewhere along the way.