Blackfeather Woods let darkness consume

"Good," said Sheogorath. His sister was quite remarkably keen, he realised, for noticing that things were different about him. Sheogorath did not think they were off or wrong, though; he rather preferred his present self. "Then our little siblings are safe." Sheogorath glanced around the forest and decided to try and put his sister at ease by doing something meaningless and menial with her; something Cicero would do with her. "Want to go look for mushrooms?"