Bramblepoint your lips move, but i can't hear what you say

She winced as the girl described her experience with the plants. Maegi, too, had fell afoul of a poison more than once. And when the plants hadn't gotten to her, they had gotten to someone else. Some had survived. Some had not.

Fennec was lucky. She wondered—

You can test them on others, you know, she replied, as casually as if they were discussing the weather. My father said he used foxes. Wolves, too, no doubt, given the enmity the Redhawks held against him. And. . .her mother? She didn't know. She didn't want to know.

I'm Maegi, she introduced herself, realizing that she hadn't yet. Gone was the formality of the past, the pride in her name and birthright. She was simply Maegi, and she liked it better this way.