Like a child lured to the comfort of a nightlight, Erianthe sought that which brought her closest to the stillness of the stars, for her soul longed to drink in the wisdom of the empyrean and all it had to offer in such trialing times. And so the faery set off on her brief quest with an open heart, prepared to receive whatever lessons the heavenly body had in store for her when she reached the mountain's peak. Yet at the summit she found only the placidity of night - it's silence broken only by the screeches of her familiar soaring overhead.

However instead of finding relief the coywolf discovered only worry instead, the quietness allowing her mind to wander with thoughts of her task and the ever blooming child of @Petra, who she supposed, was a child no more. The girl had grown bolder in recent days, parting from her side more often than Erianthe would like to admit. And yet in her distress there was the ever booming pride of knowing the child she'd found all those moons ago had blossomed into such a fine witch - one the aspiring supernova could not be more proud of.

There were others as well who caused her mind to fluster, @Sheigrim, being one of them. Oh how every fiber of her being wished to trust in his pledge but, the mistakes of his past brought doubt with them and the coywolf couldn't help but wonder if he'd disappear to the shadows like he'd done before. But alas those troubles were to be unearthed elsewhere, for now she needed to focus on the whispers of the wind and meditate while given the opportunity. And so she tore herself from her burdens and let herself settle atop of boulder, wind tangling her fur while she uttered out a spell of tranquility - one she hoped would ease the restlessness of her spirit.