Blackfeather Woods blind to this impending fate

Parvati, she mouthed to herself, assuming that the 'yes' was confirmation of Ramsay's invitation. Well, that was good enough for her. She trusted her brother's judgment. Still, to see a newcomer so close to the Altar. . . It was an opportunity for a lesson, but it made Maegi uneasy, regardless.

Yes, for Peryite, she answered matter-of-factly. My chief god, lord of pestilence. Peryite loves the rancid and the rotting. I can't say I'm that fond, but. . . She trailed off, letting her lips curl wryly, a rare show of humor. Her pregnancy, contrary to what was common, had put her in an almost buoyant mood these days.

She cocked her head. What do you know about this place? About the daedra and our religion? She wondered if Ramsay had told her anything—but she doubted that. Ramsay didn't know much about it, to her knowledge, and he cared even less than that.