Blackfeather Woods In the middle with the beggars and rejects

Very well, Maegi murmured, smiling. You're welcome, Rowan. I'm happy to share whatever you'd like to know, even if I don't know all of it, myself. The smile turned, suddenly, to a grin—a rare expression for Maegi. That's when I pretend to know things, she added wryly, and would have winked if it had been at all natural for her to do so.

Instead, she saw the pup off after fielding any more questions he might have, and then returned to her herbs. The aroma brought her immediately back into the world of plants, so far—and, yet, so connected—to the sphere of the daedra.

Peryite, my lord, my god, she whispered, chuckling a little, guide that boy's mind. Don't let it go to waste.