Game plan

Drífa was holed up in her den. She'd returned from a gathering session the day before and had resolved to take the morning off. For her that meant snuggling up on a prized piece of yak pelt and sleeping in late. Brynhildr was nestled against her, the birds feathered form curving gently into her neck. Drífa would've been content to sleep for a few more hours but then she heard Ignatius call.

Her ears twitched and she sighed. Seemed she'd have to resume her nap at a later date. The older woman yawned and stretched as she pondered what the call could be about. It didn't sound particularly distressed but even so, Drífa didn't intend to dilly dally. When she spied Ignatius she nodded to him in greeting and sat dutifully across from him. Brnyhildr soon joined her.