Performed the standard ritual last night, but as I didn’t have any ale, I made do with mead. Had the same wind rising effect I’ve seen before.
Tonight I also fared forth back to the vé in animal guise right before bed. I was able to converse with one of the land-wights, who suggested I make an offering to the spirit of the willow tree, whom I have been forgetting as of late. She’s a powerful spirit who can be quite spiteful when she feels slighted.