Blackfeather Woods or half a page of scribbled lines

set at Nightcaller Temple -- for the quest Hail the Nightmother

It was here where she truly felt at home. Not in the Redgrove, nor the caverns below. Not even in Spiderling's Glen; it came closest, but without Ramsay and Euron, it was hollow, a puzzle missing pieces. No, the Temple was her true home. She dreamed of this place each and every night, the whispers of the gods reverberating off the stone.

It was home, and she was chosen.

Maegi placed a half-rotted squirrel at the base of the rock, breathing through her mouth to avoid the stench. She closed her eyes and began to chant, a garbled mixture of common and Daedric, some of it making no sense whatsoever.

(She had also visited the Weeping Meadow on the way, and was consequentially high as balls.)