Wild Berry Meadow o, how my flesh summers

so sorry for makin' you wait on this

She didn't know why the meadow called to her today, only that her hobbling steps took her from the trees into the blinding light of day. Squinting, Maegi paced slowly, belly swaying to and fro as she went along, cramping from what she assumed were kicks and barrel rolls from her future spiderlings. Gods, they were strong!

The presence of another ghost caught her eye; she stopped, staring the woman down, before coming closer, ears swiveling in wariness. Was she alone? There was no other presence to be felt nearby, no other scents accompanying. Still, best to be cautious—the dark mountain woman had seemed innocuous at first, too.

What are you doing? Maegi asked, tone cool but casual. The stranger was in a strange position, and. . .oh. Her face was marred: not as badly as her own, but still enough to be notable. She acknowledged this with a brief glance before turning her gaze back to the silver eyes, staring at the sky.