Harvest Moon Dripping Stars

Katja turned to face him, the moonlight and fairy-lights glinting weirdly in her silver eyes as Tyrfing joined her on the ruined foundation. He seemed excited by the oddities and Katja didn't begrudge him that. He asked her a question, and she tilted her head, considering it. She wasn't a gyðja or seiðr like their great aunt, to know the working of the spirit world and the Gods, but it seemed logical enough to assume that this was the work of some kind of spirit. She shrugged. "It seems likely. But who knows what kind? Or why?" A frustrated scowl at the weird firefly lights before she shook her head. "I don't know if its dangerous or not. The landvættir don't seem to usually do... this." She gestured at the sky, the weird stars and always-full moon. "The plants and animals? Maybe. But the sky? This feels different. I don't know whether this is the Gods or an evil seiðr, but bróðir minn, it has me worried."