Otsanna hummed a soft tune as she carefully gathered her ritual implements onto the silver tray. She approached Zephyr and Ralph, her expression the familiar mask of wisdom, though a new weight seemed to rest in her eyes.
"It is good to see the goddess's will made manifest," she greeted them with her melodic voice.
"As intended," Zephyr agreed, his tone neutral, as if he was commenting on the weather.
"You asked to see me, Ostanna." Zephyr reminded and she nodded in agreement.
"I did." She said and her gaze shifted between the Alpha and his Beta. "I asked to see you because I received a message from Xander. He is doing well."
There was a wave of relief that seemed to soak in to the atmosphere when though Zephyr and Ralph were silent.
It was a moment of appreciation because the concern for Xander had become an underground current in their various minds.
"He will be arriving at the veil today. Around noon," She continued.
