Blackfeather Woods The 9th degree

The exchange was boring, if informative. The boy and his guard shared that the world all around was shaking and suggested to Jakoul that they all leave on some kind of vacation. Anansi's brow furrowed in the shadows; they couldn't leave Blackfeather Woods. If ena was right about the daedra, they favoured this place more than any other. Surely that meant they were perfectly safe. Small trees falling was no big deal.

And Cassiopeia had died. That was definitely unfortunate and frightening to the young boy, but … she wasn't a Melonii. The daedra would never kill a Melonii, so he had nothing to fear.

The strangers headed off and Jakoul spotted him on her way past. Anansi straightened up, looking sheepishly at the Morta, but she didn't reprimand him for spying. She invited him to go with her instead. Part of him wanted to go off and do his own thing, shy and unfamiliar with her as he was, but he recognized an opportunity to get to know her better. So he agreed with a quiet, yeah, and fell into step behind her, following obediently along with whatever it was she had planned.