Blackfeather Woods into the living sea of waking dreams,

She had resigned herself to the collar. After days, it hadn't gone away, and she knew it to be a burden she alone could bear. She moved around quite often, hoping to ignore the weight of it on her neck, occupying herself with simple, mindless tasks instead. Gathering medicine. Praying.

In the absence of her brothers, she spent a lot of time with Kove and Nyx, the two Apaatas, drinking in any wisdom they gave her. The Melonii felt more comfortable with the Apataas, after all, more so than any member of her own family (save her brothers, and Miraak, rest his soul). But there was one wolf that she did miss, and that was Relmyna, the mute priestess. The woman had been scarce as of late, and one day, Maegi made up her mind to find her, to continue to try to learn from her.

Nose lowered, she searched high and low for the scent until she finally, after hours of searching, came across the woman gazing into a puddle. With a low whine escaping her lips, she drew close, her crippled gait creating an uneven beat on the frozen ground as she walked. A smile played across her muzzle; she was delighted to find the woman again.

"I've been looking for you," Maegi remarked casually, peering at Relmyna from the other side of the puddle. "You didn't come with us to the Bypass."