Wapun Meadow ethereal

What Powergirl was doing here was a mystery to the priest, but not one that she necessarily needed solving. She was fairly certain that last time they had met it was in a different place, but the layout of the lands was a foreign thing to the priest. She only relied on the paths of the spirits and although any wolf travelling alongside her might think her excellent at routing for she seemed to always find her way, the priest herself would not look at landmarks or stars or any place. She simply went where the spirits brought her, followed their trails, whispered quietly to them.

Upon the question whether she was looking for something, she simple answered with the facts. Yes. It mattered little what she was looking for, and when questioned she would not know how to answer; the truth of the matter was that she did not know. She only knew that the spirits wanted her to be somewhere, and the pull was too string to resist. Perhaps a Powergirl of the past would have been able to withhold the priest in other times, but currently the pull was too strong and the priest was too little physically aware to head any of Averna's calls.