Blackfeather Woods spirits take me

Her brows drew together in confusion. Thief? she asked, puzzlement clouding her gaze. Someone tried to take the bones? Who? When? Please, Peryite, don't let it be Mou, she thought fervently, gritting her teeth. As much as she loved the man, he had given her enough trouble for one lifetime.

Perhaps he'd say the same about you. The silent rejoinder came, biting and cheeky. She chose to ignore it. . .for now.

We are staying, Maegi responded, giving a grudging half-smile at the nickname. Perturbing and bizarre as Spirit could be, at least she spoke. That put her miles ahead of her sister. My brother, Ramsay, is here now. Have you met him? He looks like Astara, except. . . Kind of fucked up? Bigger and hunched, she concluded lamely, knowing that didn't come close to describing the peculiarity of her brother's appearance.