Blackfeather Woods The ghost of me was true but you've been haunted too

Can fade with your post or continue, either is good with me!

Titmouse nodded and Ramsay turned to lead the way, though he was sure Mou knew it as well. It came from somewhere deep in his memory; he certainly hadn't spent enough time in Namira's Mire to give directions to anyone, but his feet knew where to go. Along the way he secured a ball of moss and a smooth, glimmering stone. Pitiful offerings if he meant to give thanks to the daedra, but he hoped Relmyna's spirit, if it lingered here, would appreciate the thought.

The hollow was as foreboding to the twisted yearling as he remembered; the pair clambered down into the rocky hollow, Ramsay with some difficulty, and at last approached the cleaved stone that served as Blackfeather's most sacred altar. Here Ramsay placed the moss and stone, closed his eyes and dipped his head with a heave of his shoulders, silently hoping Relmyna's spirit was watching.