She found herself near a structure surrounded by a cascading mist; a stone circle that resonated with her soul. The gods looked favourably on her today, their guidance bringing her a gift in the shape of small bones. They could answer many things for her, the past, the present, and the future that might become.
With her mind's eye open, she cast the rabbit bones to the dusty earth and peered down. Chaos, separation, and an energy that presented itself. Male. All close to her being.
It was only then that the woman of the world tree found his scent, one that reminded her much of yule. Was this the being that the bones spoke of? She might've smiled if she felt the need, but instead she cast a look over her shoulder, as cold and stoic as the rocks that surrounded her.
Step out of the fog, boy,she beckoned flatly, the ancient accent thick on her tongue.


