Blackfeather Woods Insight IV

She seemed to perk up, if ever slightly, as he asked his questions to her. 
Thinking for a moment, Eldritch hmmed to get her words in order. 
"I have not yet gained the gift of hearing their voices directly, no." She admitted, shrugging softly, 
"But I listen to them through the forces of nature, and through divination. I am still practicing, but sometimes I use stones, even pieces of bark, to read their signs."

Three years is a decent time period to hone skills, but due to now attuning herself to the Daedra, her practices would have to adapt to being for these deities. 
Wing, her crow, cawed softly as he soared in from the deeper trees, landing on Eldritch's shoulder with an inquisitive look at Taikon