And none for Gretchen Weiners [MEETING]

Alfrun drifted in after all the others, her half-sightless gaze shifting with an uncharacteristic restlessness. She kept glancing behind her, a faint frown furrowing her brow. Something was strange in the air this day, some faintly reddish mist swirling through her Othersight. Tanken, sensing her unease, circled overhead cawing an ominous lamentation even when she had joined the rest of the band. Alfrun hummed softly to herself, a low barely-vocalized chanting incantation of protection. Otherwise, she said nothing to her band-mates, not her half-sister nor her brother's daughter, staring off over Valkyrie's shoulder absently, watching the way golden lights wove through the reddish mist like threads on a loom. The shadows of Tanken's wings multiplied into a flurry of raven wings upon the mists to blot out many of the golden lights, and the seid-kona's lips pressed together briefly, interrupting her chant. Interesting. Ominous, but interesting. She itched to trance fully to explore this hint of fate, but it would need to wait until after the meeting - perhaps after they had reached whatever new destination their drottin had in mind, so that the exhaustion of travel did not interfere with her magic.