Blackfeather Woods too short, walking the streets, i'm hating my haircut

Well, that was something they had in common.
Neither knew. And both may find out.

Zephyr had felt more than Rowan. And it seemed the Daedra reached their fingers far away from the borders of Blackfeather.
Perhaps to all of the Teekons. Beyond even.
It was curious. Was Blackfeather not the centre of their power? But it was where Meldresi was buried. Was there one more powerful? The corpse of Mephala herself?
Rowan will never know.

"They probably just got bored when you didn't understand," he chuckled.
Stopping at the edge of the clearing.
He didn't want to see Zephyr begin to be tormented. He could stop that. Stop him being Maegi.

"It may take a little while for them to reach you, but if you need help, just lay down. I'll get you."
There was no point screaming or crying. All you could do was run, or ask for help.
Rowan would watch over him with care. He wouldn't let him get sucked under by the torment he may endure.