Blackfeather Woods primordial state of chaos

she could not have anticipated what mou intended with the rock of tongues. but neither did relmyna recoil from the sickening sound of the hard surface being forced between the bones of his empty eye socket. it skewed his eyelid slightly, but added an eldritch and haunted look to his already scarred countenance, something preternatural. perhaps it would be horrifying to those outside blackfeather, but not so here. mou, a great spirit moves in you, relmyna mouthed. listen to the words of the dark prince.
may sithis guide the boy; the listener felt both dread and relief move upon her. both maegi and mou had been forged in some terrible fire during their time outside the wood. perhaps whatever had been placed within them now would be given life within blackfeather and the generations of magick pulsing in the woodland.