Deepwood Weald over men’s noses as they lie asleep

Perhaps she'd feel more like family if she did indeed learn about their religion. She knew bits and pieces already, but she was just a simple Apaata/Blackfeather mix and had not been raised with it. Besides, she'd have to raise her kids the Melonii way, not her own way.

Please, do teach me. It wasn't a desperate call for help, more a determined statement that she was open to learn. She'd probably never become a priestess herself, but perhaps one of her hatchlings would want to become one.