Blackfeather Woods but now the rains weep o'er her hall

Her body moved without her mind's command, swept into the frame on Maegi. Although she was buried into her mother's comforting form it was her brother's touch that grounded her in the moment. Perhaps she had the bond that most twins had with Sobek, but she could not fathom the woods without her ghost. Unwavering and ever present. She could only see him as strong. Even in this moment when loss was among them. If allowed, she would aim to brush her nose through his fur. She needed to know he was real — that he was here with them.

No. The simple answer, the same Anansi gave, tumbled from her lips. It was all she could muster.