inner peace

Since catching Veigar chasing the odd ethereal fireflies, Aryn felt compelled to investigate further. She waited until the child had a restful night - exceeding thankful that within Habari they had a village of women to look after him - and headed out west, out past the pack lands and into a land of fog. It was against every instinct she had to step foot in the forest, though in her time under Eyrun the timid woman had changed enough to look past her own fears and into the needs of the many, of the pack who'd taken her in. If they could discover why Boreas had fallen under the light of an eternal full moon, unusual stars and faintly glowing flora and fauna, perhaps that could give her back even more of her lost confidence.

The figure in the mist was at first, terrifying. Much larger then she was, with large horns that spiraled out from his crown and stuck out from the fog. A faint glow was visible, though it was not blue as the fireflies and fungi seemed to give off. Channeling whatever bravery Eyrun had left her with, she stepped closer to investigate the source. Breaking through the fog required more proximity then Aryn had of liked, and very quickly her demeanor shifted from outright fear, to excitement, and then to shame as she reached him, recognized him, and then truly remembered the events of a year prior. "Oh!" She peeped, stepping back into the low hanging fog slightly to give Eli back some semblance of personal space. "Sorry, I, uh, I thought you were a firefly or something." Her cheeks flushed slightly, her muzzle tipping down to stare diligently at her paws.