Wild Berry Meadow Gentle Giant

She frowned, disagreeing with the concept of anger toward Jaes. How could she be, anyway? Jaes knew better than Maegi; Jaes was the master of the order of things. To blame them would be foolish, and likely earn her more bad things. The daedra, on the other hand. . . (but then, they had established themselves as false gods.)

There has to be a 'why,' Maegi pushed back, a little frustrated. It couldn't just be random. Somehow, that made it all even worse. My son is dead. To think that he is because things are just chaos, well. . .I don't like it. For whatever reason, she felt better thinking that his death was a punishment for her misdeeds, rather than a twist of fate. Or the absence of fate altogether.

The future thing, she could agree with. Maegi didn't focus much past the day-to-day. She found herself mired much more often in the past, which was also probably not ideal— What do you believe in? she asked, wondering what kept Wraen going through all of this.