Blackfeather Woods the crawling animals will seek all things warm, all things moist

mainly looking for @Aerenys but @Eldritch is welcome too!

He spends much of his time at the tree when he returns, listening to the Daedra. At first it's difficult to pick out specific voices, match them to a name and a sphere — but it gets easier with time. And slowly, he starts to pick out the voice that is calling for him.
The Glister Queen, she calls herself, bestowing a new title upon the wraith without preamble; Glister Witch. The name slithers down his spine like a trickle of ice water, shivering and surreal. He lets it fall from his lips, barely a whisper, and it tastes cold and bright and harsh — and for a moment he feels an overwhelming sense of belonging.

And then it's gone. The faintest footstep behind him breaks the spell, and Meridia fades from him wordlessly. He feels the loss heavily, biting, a grief he'd only known when he'd lost his mother. He swallows hard, stony facade faltering slightly, then solidifying as he turns to face whoever had interrupted. He's past thinking emotions are a weakness — but he knows that wearing them on his sleeve would make it so.