Blackfeather Woods searching every room, I am not free

Sȳndor isse se bantis,
ānogar isse se tubis
mirre se skoriot jā
ūndegon Sheogorath. . .

Skipping like a girl, hopping over tree limbs — they seemed much larger, but oh! how she could fly — she made her way through the forest, hoping to get to the altar to bring blessings to her Lord. Not that she had anything yet. But she was looking.

Sȳndor isse se—

She tripped over the dark gray wolf, sending her headlong toward the ground. She recovered gracefully enough and whirled, eyes wild, spittle flying from the corners of her mouth.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MAEGI'S FOREST?!

A caterpillar climbed a stump nearby; it seemed to swell to twice its size and was vibrant against the dull, dark brown of rotting wood. Maegi caught the sight of it and immediately started to laugh, then snapped her gaze back to the woman.

You shouldn't be here, she said, still smiling, voice sing-song.