Blackfeather Woods the haunting

She lurched back as if struck, eyes narrowing, the softness abruptly gone. Fine, whatever, Maegi snapped in response, moving away from him. The pique only lasted a second; she regretted it, knowing it would only make things worse, but by the time she went to apologize, he had already fired his parting shot and was walking away. Lee-mee 'lone.

Mou, wait— she called out, beginning to pad after him, and then she stopped. It didn't do any good; he clearly was in a strange, sour frame of mind. She looked down at the dead birds, feeling nauseous again. A ring of them, black and still.

Did you do this? she silently asked Peryite, her brow furrowing. Or was it one of your friends? Sithis? Mol—

No.

That name would not be uttered here.

Maegi moved in the opposite direction, looking for her brother.