Blackfeather Woods The Outsider

Her moonlight eyes were plain. They held no good or bad, just nothingness.
Eldritch was a statement, a woman who decided for herself despite what the Daedra were.
But to suggest leaving here to find the Daedra?

"But they are here."
Attached to the body of Meldreisi, buried here, her bones thrumming in the earth, linking them to those Gods.
Here, they were worshipped and protected. Here, they whispered to them.

But Rowan didn't have the power to hold and keep.
Only harbour and protect.
He sighed softly. Thinking.
Perhaps they were telling her to go.

"I understand though. You must do what you must do, just call for me when the time comes."
He gave her a slight smile. Hesitant. She spoke like the day would be soon. He hoped not.