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.
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.
March 09, 2019, 10:56 AM
silent steps drew nearer to the resting coywolf, cupped ears at the whispered spell that carried with the wind. the youngling hesitated with every stride closer, hoping not to intrude on her mentor's space. it wasn't very often the shadow was alone, she didn't wish to irk any personal thoughts she might be having. however, the absence of being Erianthe's shadow had formed a ball of anxiety that could only be released by returning to her position. she circled to the front of the boulder, canting her head as gleaming eyes of jade and grey admired the witch.
"i hope i'm not intruding," she finally spoke, sending her friend a faint smile. although she'd rather have Erianthe speak earnestly, a part of her hoped deeply that the faery would wish to have her protege around even if it meant only them lying beneath a blanket of stars and silence.
Petra was more absent-minded than that of her adviser and hadn't truly grasped the fickleness that is expected of Sheigrim. her worries were reserved to more her trepidation of fruitlessness. she still had yet to discover her familiar or special skill- was she sun or moon? she knew every Wiccan unveiled these traits at different times, but it wouldn't be long until she was behind the mundane. she had never desired to be a prodigy... nonetheless she dreaded the idea of lagging. she trusted the path that the heavenly body had placed her on, still did they have to choose one with such endless possibilities?
"i hope i'm not intruding," she finally spoke, sending her friend a faint smile. although she'd rather have Erianthe speak earnestly, a part of her hoped deeply that the faery would wish to have her protege around even if it meant only them lying beneath a blanket of stars and silence.
Petra was more absent-minded than that of her adviser and hadn't truly grasped the fickleness that is expected of Sheigrim. her worries were reserved to more her trepidation of fruitlessness. she still had yet to discover her familiar or special skill- was she sun or moon? she knew every Wiccan unveiled these traits at different times, but it wouldn't be long until she was behind the mundane. she had never desired to be a prodigy... nonetheless she dreaded the idea of lagging. she trusted the path that the heavenly body had placed her on, still did they have to choose one with such endless possibilities?
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