Blackfeather Woods we could be immortals

An ear turned in the direction of Miraak when he approached. Soon he had caught up and fell in place alongside Sheogorath, and apparently his destination was the same. "Yes, to see the children and make sure my dear sister is well." He grinned as he spoke, though he had not forgotten that Nemesis was posted outside of her den the day of the birthing; Sheogorath was perhaps not entirely sure where his loyalties would lay, but considering the numbers that his side of the family carried, he felt that they would be advantageous in a fight, unless the right timing was picked, when the children were grown. But then what of their relations to the existing members of the Woods? There were a lot of messes involved and Sheogorath was interested to see how it would end; he hoped not in the destruction of the Brotherhood.

He could not help but ask, in the light of this all, "Whose children will one day inherit the Brotherhood now, do you think?" Brutally honest, but perhaps the Meldresi-lookalike would have something to say about this. Or maybe it was time to place their children upon shared thrones, to arrange the strongest of both blood lines to forge together.