Sierra Greingoth frowned as she lugged her telescope and bag up the million flights of stars toward the Observatory. She was so frustrated with this assignment that she hadn't thought to charm the baggage to follow behind her. It was only when she reached the very last step that the thought occurred to her, and all she could do by that point was just roll her eyes.

Tossing her bag to her feet, Sierra began to set up her telescope and position it upward. According to the assignment's rules, she just needed to stargaze a minimum of ten times and a maximum of fifteen times. Which meant, of course, she'd be going for the ten. Ha.

When her telescope was good and set up, Sierra peered through it then shifted it toward the left and right. Finally, she found a cluster of stars that looked good to gaze at. Maybe. Maybe not. What did she know. Oh, look at that--Pisces. Her own symbol. She watched it for a bit, documented that she saw it, and then disassembled her telescope.

One down, nine to go.