Blackfeather Woods you have witchcraft in your lips

Mati eyes the man with an inscrutable gaze of blue and violet, sensing some false note in his tones but not quite certain. She felt a tad bit awkward, surprised as she was that Eldritch had appeared and agreed to follow the witch on her journey so suddenly. Still, she'd gotten the impression that no one was bothered too much by her leaving. Rowan seemed fine with it, so the Melonii held her tongue for the moment -- trying to remain detached from their conversation, feeling a bit as though she were prying.

She felt a sudden wind tear through her shaded pelt and shivered as the whispers of Boethiah sounded in her ears. Perhaps the Woods held more magic than any of them had ever realized, perhaps the Daedra were closer than they knew.
The boy thinks you have stolen from him.
He hears my voice as you hear the Princes, witchling.

She ignored the murmurings of madness in her mind, but watched him as he went -- wondering.