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Maegi paused, and then shook her head. You can say whatever you want, she told Bhe. Those words were ones I created a long time ago. They suited me—you may find words that suit you better. And as for routine. . .

She was stuck a little, now. Jaes and Peryite were nearly inextricably linked within her; the worship of the latter fit neatly in with her understanding of the former. But what about someone who had no knowledge of the daedra? Maybe Maegi's routines would not work for Bhe. Maybe they would go against everything the woman already believed in.

My worship of Jaes rests in the life cycle, she murmured. I bring Jaes things once living. Corpses of animals, bones, decaying leaves and plants. It feels only right that these things should rest with Jaes, that they remind me of what is to come. What's inevitable for all of us.

Maegi shrugged, then, giving the visitor a half-smile. Again, though, other rituals may fit you better than mine, she admitted. Jaes, in my experience, is not so particular. Just speak to Jaes, from your heart. . .and Jaes will respond.