Blackfeather Woods lighter than an eiderdown

@Shivali

Should Blackfeather Woods have another war, Maegi had them covered. The girl trotted awkwardly along with yet another bundle of moss in her mouth, eventually drawing to a halt, rearing on her hind legs, and placing the wad gently inside the cache she had started. It nestled in with the other wads, creating an otherworldly-looking green fuzzy growth from the hollowed out tree that made her giggle slightly to see it. It was like something out of a scary story--the hairy tree.

It was something to do, at least. Kove was more busy than before, what with stepping up to the plate as Dark Master. Euron and Ramsay were gone, as was Cicero--so no one remained to teach her about poisons. She supposed she could ask Potema for lessons on healing. . . The girl laughed aloud at the thought, a different sound from the childish titter of before--something cold, menacing, an edge of steel to it.

Despite Cicero's warning against it, she had been beginning to test substances on herself in quite small doses. She would have snared a fox, but they were unusually absent, perhaps waiting for the weather to grow warmer before poking their noses out of their dens again. Anyway, nothing she wasn't familiar with--but she had seen how nettles could make one bleed, and the seeds from the poppy flowers sent her into a delirious haze. No wonder Potema had been addicted.

The incest children had always been raised hands-off, but this was getting ridiculous. Maegi felt all but abandoned lately, sitting here in the woods with her moss collection and her stupid collar. All she wanted was for someone to play with.

Was that too much to ask?