As soon as Aeliana reached the top of the mountain, she found herself stuck yet again. She continued to reflect on all the ways that her soul fell into patterns of lost remembrance. Her mind felt cluttered, filled with suppressed mirth and holiness. Something that entirely evaded her caused her to doubt. But still, she carried on, as though nothing could have prevented her from pressing forward in this venture.
Permeating the atmosphere, Aeliana felt a pervading exasperation. She stooped over as tears lingered down her cheeks, softly trickling where she could barely see them. An endless amount of time seemed to pass; she didn’t know how long, as she moodily sulked where she sat at the cliff’s edge.
“You won’t get any closer to your destination just sulking like that,” a voice growled gutturally from somewhere behind Aeliana. Immediately, her instincts kicked into gear.