Blackfeather Woods Never fails, baby

For a moment, she thought she was imagining things. That name, that voice—it had to be some sort of hallucination, right? Yet she'd stayed away from the jimson weed since Mou had. . .well. That. So this must be real, unless she was completely and utterly losing her mind. Maegi supposed she'd find out soon enough, and made her way toward the call.

Soon the sound went with a vision, and she emerged from the treeline, blinking more often than normal. She almost couldn't believe her eyes. And yet, so many others had returned to her—Ramsay, Mou, Moonshadow—that this wasn't too far out of the realm of possibility.

Ganondorf, Maegi finally said, feeling bowled over. I haven't seen you in a long time. Not since I was little. She cocked her head, all the while listening for the approach of others, both on her side and on his. She hadn't known him very well and wasn't sure of his feelings on or allegiance to Damien. This could be a trick. Where did you go?