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

"Yes," she answered. All my life. Her smile was genuine now, gazing fondly at the girl. "That doesn't make you different. It makes you special. The gods chose you. They speak to you. They don't speak to everyone." Both their mothers had heard the voices. Her father, too. But Ramsay had always seemed disconnected, and she wasn't at all sure about Euron.

Kove, yes, but what of the others? Mou? Moonshadow? It was a special gift that Spirit had been chosen for; her name was more than appropriate, in more than one way.

"What do they say to you?" Maegi asked. She wondered how much Daedric the girl knew, or whether she was so gifted that she had knowledge of it from birth. That thought made jealousy bloom in her stomach, but she quickly forced it down, knowing that the gods had their ways. If Spirit was indeed more connected than even Maegi herself, there was a reason.