Blackfeather Woods helplessly hoping her harlequin hovers nearby

for @Reed if/when you have time <333 backdated to 09/14 ish

Maegi couldn't be more pleased, these past several days. Her son was home and safe, and furthermore, an old friend had made her way to the woods—a friend she never expected to see here. She let out a soft howl for Reed, following the most recent traces of the island woman's scent in an effort to track her down.

Why had she come? Surely Undersea was superior to Blackfeather in terms of paradise; Maegi had only returned here because she was inextricably tied to this forest, by blood and by soul. And even then, she sometimes missed the sun and the surf, the peaceful calm of Coelacanth's isle. Every once in a while, she'd let her mind drift there, as if on the waves. . .

No doubt she had experienced some terrible things, there. But she had experienced terrible things everywhere, and said things were much easier to weather surrounded by kind hearts and beautiful scenery. It made her wonder—and her heart lodged in her throat at the thought—if something horrible had happened there, to drive Reed and others away.

She supposed she'd find out, and set on, a more grim look to her face as she contemplated the possibilities.