Blackfeather Woods where order is wild

She dipped her head, nodding in understanding. She couldn't fault him for any misunderstandings; she had been corrected more than once in life, after all. And he was learning--that was good. Maegi smiled at his query. It was something she had never really considered. Peryite had been a part of her for so long; Peryite was one of her limbs, at this point.

"No," she answered simply. "It's just my name--I grew up with it. And Peryite isn't a very important god to many wolves," the girl added, then, with a sly grin (both corners finally matching), "but Peryite is important to me. Peryite is more like a friend, always with me."

She hummed quietly, tunelessly, to herself, staring into the trees. "Some voices here are louder than others," she remarked. "If they choose to speak to you, you need to follow which one whispers right into your ear. That's Peryite, for me. And you. . ." Maegi pursed her lips, thinking of what god best fit the man, who reminded her much of Vaati.

She shook it off for now, shrugging. "Do you want to see the Temple?" she asked, gesturing that way.

wanna fade this out? :)