Blackfeather Woods where order is wild

She returned his expression with a lopsided grin, admiring his willingness to learn, despite the enormity of the task. Maegi, herself, had much knowledge still to seek. The daedra, their prayers, the rituals. . .it was all seemingly never-ending, an eternal font of wisdom from which to drink.

Most drank when they were thirsty, but her thirst was never slaked.

"It's all right. We'll start with the basics." She blinked up encouragingly at him, settling gingerly on her haunches on the soft, damp ground. "Mephala is the Night Mother--the mother of us all. Lies, secrets, murder. . .she assists with all of it. Sithis is the Dread Father, the ruler of the Void. The Void is where you go to die--it's an empty place."

Maegi sucked in a breath, hoping she wasn't going too fast. "Got it so far?" she asked, cocking her head slightly in gentle inquisition.