Blackfeather Woods and when at last the work is done

Good. They were on the same wavelength. She nodded at Tundra's answer, finding it fair enough for now. She was glad the woman would think about it, at least. Whatever had drawn her back to the woods meant that the place was special to her, and Maegi would rather have a hundred Tundras here than one bloodthirsty, power-hungry Melonii any day.

Let me know, she murmured. Peryite be with you.

She watched her leave, then did a slow turn, looking at the roses. Wondering just where Meldresi's bones lie, and if the Night Mother could hear her, even lost in the Void.

Your daughter was wrong. You would be proud of me.