Barrow Fields she sells sea shells

Maegi shook her head. No. That was. . .that was a different time, she murmured, the ghosts of her past clouding her gaze as she turned, thinking of Molag Bal. Every time he came to mind, she felt the pain anew, like fire along each jagged curve of the wound. Would it ever not hurt, to think of it?

I was a child when they came, the Melonii said. It was horrific. I don't think anyone deserves that—but I know my family did bad things. Grudges aren't easily forgotten. Another round of memories, as Towhee's burly form came charging at her, dissipating with the crash of waves.