Blackfeather Woods oh, hi mark!

Gods, this child. . . He really knew how to push her buttons—which, given how temperamental Maegi could be, wasn't exactly a huge feat, but he still had the talent for it. Her brow furrowed in wearied frustration, silently mouthing his monosyllabic question before answering it.

Well, actually, no. It didn't merit a response. She didn't have to answer to a child, for gods' sake!

What's your name? she asked instead, letting the problem of Damien and Nyx be for now. He was here, for better or for worse, and if he was to stay for at least a short time, she might as well know who he is. You're a Melonii. . .right? Obviously, but she'd rather hear him say it.