Blackfeather Woods we live in a society

Bhe, she responded, nodding. I had to keep my word, the woman had said. Maegi wondered if Bhe had prayed to Jaes, too, or if she had neglected to do so. Or, worse—refused. The Nona couldn't tell anyone who or how to worship, but she did reserve the right to be privately displeased in lack of faith.

Maegi shrugged at the question, unsure of how to reply. As well as we can be, I suppose, she answered cryptically, after pausing a moment to consider. There were problems here, there and everywhere, none of which she had the power to tackle. Indeed, she felt powerless, shackled to her inadequacies.

Did you find who you were looking for, in the east? the Melonii asked, shifting the conversation away from Blackfeather Woods.