Blackfeather Woods hello? is there anybody in there?

she had not been here since damien had drawn her from the spore-laden air. granted all manner of knowledge in those choked moments, the priestess did not see fit to return. but the arrival of the first melonii daughter had perhaps changed the listener's patrolled routes. she searched for maegi, if only to lay her soft seafoam gaze upon the girl and know she existed once more safe within the wood.
it was different sort of magick that ensorcelled maegi, relmyna decided; different, but not a wrong thing. the gods spoke in many ways to all manner of wolves, and the young worshipper was as well-connected as herself to the spirits that inhabited blackfeather. in her own mind, the listener had come to contemplations of her own mortality, and today it was with resolution she sought maegi directly.
too far away to hear the murmured words, relmyna paused in her approach at the movement of maegi's lips. perhaps the girl found herself in prayer; no matter. she gathered herself to wait in a reverent silence, her gaze drawing from the girl to the tree that loomed in toxic invitation.