Meadowlark Prairie the birds and the bees

She made an awkward face at the apology; she never really knew how to handle that, either. It's okay, Maegi said. Although I usually just rant to myself. But it's not a problem. She shifted her weight, feeling slightly uncomfortable. As if in signal, Blue tightened his own feet against her shoulder, and she gave him a cursory glance before turning to the woman again.

I have to get back, though, she said, looking at least a little contrite. Lots to do back home. Good luck with Moonspear, though—I'm sure everything will be fine.

With that, she turned and began the journey back to the woods, wondering if she'd just shaped the course of a life with a couple shreds of fleeting advice. Gods, she hoped not. Maegi knew prayers and poisons; she was out of her element with counseling on non-spiritual matters. Everyone had their strengths, she supposed.