Blackfeather Woods too short, walking the streets, i'm hating my haircut

Zephyr seemed deadpan.
Gazing around as if undisturbed.
But no matter how he looked, he couldn't stop the combination of subconscious things his body did when it thought it was in danger: increased body temperature, increased heart rate, the way his eyes picked up more details.
The air tremored with trepidation. Perhaps they were actually being watched, not Zephyr's nervousness of entering a deep, dark, haunted wood with a stranger.

He shrugged casually, "I don't hear them unless I go near the tree."
He paused to give the other a side-eye, "it makes you closer to the Daedra, it is graced with their power."
Rowan doesn't know why he wasn't spoken to. Maybe he was unfavoured by the Daedra. It might simply be because he didn't trust Maegi too well -- or maybe she asked for him not to hear. The events earlier...still unnerved him. To know that they were chanting in her head, hating her. Making her hate herself. He swallowed.