Otter Creek i hate everything about you

She'd come here not for herbs, but for memories. To gaze into the water and realize she'd almost died here, drowned by that wicked woman. Hela's defection to that bitch's ranks still stung, and it was here that Maegi stewed, drifting a paw idly through the icy current.

Then—motion. From multiple sources.

Tavina she knew, and Maegi drew further into the shadows of the barren trees, watching them from the opposite side of the creek. The other. . . She watched him, his movements, his. . .eyes. There was something familiar about that cold, golden glint.

The healer introduced herself. Maegi stared ahead, not making much effort to conceal herself, but not announcing her presence, either.

tag if either notice her!