Gyrfalcon's Keep Sisters

1000% Bullshitting my way thru this post lmao, Vaettir must stay active!!!

The Crone spent her time tending the Temple for a long time.
Her ebony coat melted with the darkness of the depths, making her hard to see for the untrained eye, or an eye that wasn't looking for her directly. 
Vaettir eased herself into a sit within the chambers and bowed her head, attempting to slip into a meditative trance, muttering under her breath, a prayer for the Old Gods to hear:

"Odin, guide me with your wisdom,
Thor, give me your might,
Freya, lend me your seer-sight, 
Frigg, to me lend a mother's heart,
Tyr, let me bestow justice where it is needed,
To all, I ask to continue the honors of my trades in your names.
Hail, Old Ones." 

I made this prayer up as I went  ;w;