Blackfeather Woods ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

Much to her delight, the girl folded with little trouble, though the insolent look upon her face was not at all ideal. Maegi continued to glare, shooting concerned looks at Blue every so often. The grackle seemed to intuit the danger, staying close to his raven friends. She turned to her cache again, rifling through it. Picking out the dead things, tossing them aside.

"What's your problem?" she asked the girl, who hadn't yet said a word. Maybe she was speechless like her mother. Was it some sort of defect that ran in the family? She knew her twisted foot was because of Cicero's and Potema's sins. Maegi looked over at her, scowling. "Are you just gonna sit there and pout? You should, at least, apologize to me for trying to hurt my friend."