Eventide is softly casting o'er the earth a magic spell,

And a love-song, everlasting, on the night wind seems to swell.

She had been spotted. Not too surprising, perhaps, but somewhat vexing nevertheless. Mother might have laughed at her daughter's poor sneaking skills, but Erthë took it very seriously. There were so few things the mare had been able to teach her in life, and she made it a point to hone what little she had inherited to perfection.

Faced with dragons, questions and too many pairs of eyes to count however, there was little to be gained in skulking by the trees.Vérzès and Lady Ophelia approached her and in response the filly pricked the small woolly ears in their direction, the tension easing slightly - not much, but still enough to make a difference - from her body. Realizing that her newfound powers were leaking from her mental grasp Erthë did her best to reign them in and stepped up to meet the pale mare with the air around her full of sparkling frost, lips curving into a small, grateful smile as she leaned down to nuzzle the crimson-scaled dragon.

"Nothing" she replied, responding to Volterra's question in what she hoped was an offhanded way - though there was a definite note of sulkiness as her gaze invariably went to the frolicking dragons. "You're too lucky to be fair, is all. I hope it comes back to bite your ass."

She made to reach around the Amarathine's pearly frame and poked her tongue out at the dark stallion, decidedly happy that she didn't need to be polite to him. They had bonded over a shouting match, after all, and whether or not they actually liked one another they at least managed to get along - as long as they bickered, at least.

Sparing a sideways, somewhat wary look at the silent crow Isopia, Erthë returned her attention to Ophelia with a question burning on her lips that she finally found occasion to ask.

"Miss, you know a lot of people, right? Have you heard of someone called Psyche? My mom wanted me to find her for something but I have no idea who it is."

Much time had passed since Shadow passed on the task to her youngest child. Too much, and the weight of the unfinished business was growing heavier by the day. It could hardly be very urgent, this finding people business, not compared to healing her leg or learning about the Edge and the Moon and Helovia. But still. It was something Erthë had to do, and what better person to ask than someone so obviously well connected as this lady.

She was on speaking terms with a god after all. How many could say that?