Wild Berry Meadow Gentle Giant

Maegi followed where Wraen gestured, brows lifting slightly. Fairly far for her to have traveled. She'd only been that way once before—the disastrous run-in with the Redhawks. She felt her ear sting and saw the shadow of the tall, dark woman before her; could have cursed, if she was alone.

That sounds nice, she remarked, returning her eyes to the other's face. Have you had any problems with the earth shaking? Trees down, or rivers running dry? Maybe it was isolated to here. Maybe the daedra really were out to get Maegi.

Her ears cupped forward, a little anxious as she waited for Wraen's reply.