Barrow Fields she sells sea shells

Had Maegi known this small but imperious woman had met both her grandmother and her mother, she would have perhaps pestered her a little more. As it was, she was no more than a stranger, and it was doubtful that bit of trivia would come up. The Melonii wouldn't name-drop Mephala under any circumstances, and Potema, well. . . Fuck her.

Peryite, she answered, choosing the name that felt best on her tongue in the moment. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at the seawolf. Is there a problem? Am I not allowed to be here? She had become only more combative as she aged, less likely to follow orders than before. Through the many acts of renunciation in the course of her life, she had become much more like rebellious Ramsay and Euron than the dutiful girl she'd once been.