Blackfeather Woods searching every room, I am not free

Bull-shit, replied Maegi, and shook her head with a giggle. She stared down the woman. Took in those teal eyes. They rolled like the sea; she swore she could find waves within them. Like staring out on the island. Like. . .

She gasped, and stepped back. VAATI! she exclaimed. You're one of Vaati's, of course. Maegi would recognize his eyes anywhere; so, so blue. . .

Vaati. Naturally, he'd send a child to claim the woods in his name, rather than drag his pathetic self around here again. He'd failed once, he'd fail a thousand times before he died. She supposed that was one thing they had in common—constant failure.

Where'd they get that from, anyway?

You had better not bring Damien around, she warned. Though. . .is he dead? Maegi very much hopes he's dead.

She hummed gently to herself, a childlike tune: Morghe, morghe, Damien iksis morghe. . .