Gyrfalcon's Keep That's what turns the wrongs all right

The Crone was as usual tending to the Temple grounds.
She did so for many days alongside finding herbs for her personal stores, until eventually the High One summoned her.
If it had not been a vocal call, it was certainly the energy of this day.

Vaettir entered the chambers of Asvoria with a silent step, eyes peering into the depths as she approached the High Priestess with a silent inquiry in her silvery gaze. 
"You summoned me?" She asked in her gentle tones, knowing that Asvoria would tell all in due time. 
The Crone's patience was vast and deep.