Wheeling Gull Isle out of the corner of my eye

She was used to entering darkness alone—and that proclivity wasn't limited to the physical. Stalking through the bleakest corners of her mind had become a pastime. She was drawn to these types of places, anyway. . .and with its place in her life, its terrible history, she knew she had needed to return.

Maegi's ears perked up at the mention of religion. It does feel a little sacred, doesn't it? she murmured, tracing the bioluminescence with her bicolored eyes. What did your sister believe in? And what kind of ceremonies do you think this place would be suited for?

Maybe this was her moment. A place, free of the daedra; a new home for Jaes. Whatever these wolves believed in, she could roll with it, so long as it did not involve the gods of her parents. And if they found themselves agnostic. . .

Jaes, guide my tongue, she thought, and felt a sudden warmth about her.