Blackfeather Woods waiting for something or someone to show you the way

It fit. For someone who'd thought herself a ghost before, Maegi had to concede that this girl was even more so than her. Those white eyes. . . She smiled her crooked smile, pleased to know that the spiderling could give her a name, at least. Perhaps not much else, but a name was incredibly helpful. (Especially since she'd taken to calling Astara "brat" in her head, for lack of a better name.)

"Very nice to meet you, Spirit," she answered. "My name is Maegi. And Azura," she continued, at the shake of the head, "is the Daedric god of night and day. Azura controls the balance in-between the two." Azura was not very well known to her, nor beloved, but she had at least gotten the cliff-notes version.

She wondered which gods' name Relmyna had given this girl. She couldn't think of one, herself. Perhaps Azura would do fine. But it didn't quite fit. . .

"We are children of the moon," Maegi murmured, nodding at their pale pelts each in turn. "What do you like to do, Spirit?"