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What do you like to play? she asked, but before she really got the words out, he had continued on, retreating back into the shell he'd made for himself. Maegi frowned, but said nothing, instead nose still to the ground, looking at him from the corner of her eye. Gone now.

The boughs of Blackfeather still very much existed—and yet, they were not the same trees she was born under. Time and conflict had changed them indelibly; the forest never would be like it was when she was a spiderling. Perhaps it was only perception, but then, history changed things. Not just biologically, but emotionally.

I'm sorry to hear about your home, the Melonii murmured, letting a little bit of emotion creep into her tone. I understand how that feels. She sniffed, slightly, and laid down on her belly, crossing one paw in front of the other. So what kind of games do you like to play? she asked again, trying to return some levity to the conversation—and to change the subject from something she was loath to discuss.