As you make your way down the path lit to guide you, the night sky that greets you is a clear one. Much clearer anyway than the original evening Professor Gert had planned for tonight’s gathering. Thankfully a quick schedule change had remedied that once the weather problem had been determinded. One couldn’t exactly enjoy what was in the cards with fog rolling in and the woman had been loathed to do it artificially inside the tower or the domes. The temperature seemed to be behaving as well, not much charmwork had been needed to keep the area comfortable. The early sign that spring was certainly on its way.

In case of your host, the curly-haired astronomy professor is not to be seen in the clearing. Her familiar Hamish however is perched on one of the many cushioned poofs that are scattered around for the comfort of any who are interested in sitting while enjoying their surroundings. The small owl a watchful guard and welcoming greeter to all coming to the astronomy activity of the term. “Hoot,” the raptor lets out at the first sign of human presences into his outdoor domain.