Lion Head Mesa put my heart in its recipe

That answered that. She made a regal appearance, indeed, and Maegi inclined her own head in respect to her superior here. She shifted her forelegs, stunted paw resting over the better.

Should I call you 'Queen,' then? Maegi asked, humor in the words but no pique. Seeing as I don't know your name.

She let her muzzle swing in a slow semi-circle, gesturing down the rocky slopes of the mesa. You have a beautiful home, she continued, and smiled. I grew up not far from here, and explored a few times.

But not as much as she was, now. Strange, that Blackfeather Woods was just within her grasp, and yet she had no inclination—at least as of yet—to go.

Sheogorath had been too quiet.