Clouds.

Clouds that were not clouds at all.

They decend down from the heavens, twisting and turning, dancing and forming, until they walked the lands with fluid motion as though to mimic the livelihood of the mortals which tread before them.

Wardruna's hairs stood on end, a silent snarl on her face as her defenses set. She strode the highlands near, yet kept her distance even as she kept them in her line of sight. Fear and curiosity a mixture in her gut. Maybe it was Loki this day, which set himself upon them with ghosts and ghouls?

Wardruna had been born into this magical realm and already in three years had seen a great many things - gods dancing in the sky, caves filled with a nightmare, the land masses completely shifting around, volcanoes erupting and lands burning, teleportation tunnels, christmas trees, jack o lanterns, and wolves countless, falling from sky and clawing their way from their own graves.

This was but another. The gods surely enjoyed their tricks and treats.