Tears swelled fully in her eyes as if the might of all of Vadélan's winds had abruptly forced them out. It was almost instinctual and reactive, but it wasn't the breeze that made her cry just yet. It was the overwhelming elation she felt knowing she loved and was loved by the people of her city. There were certain facts she recently came to know, and a tide of gratitude came crashing upon the shore of her heart. Bare soles depressed the soil she was supported by and through this connection she knew that there was beauty in the history of her people.

To simply know the right path was something she was told would be easy. No one living on the szylvatican peninsula could deny that one only had to commune with Visania for mere moments to gain a new perspective and decide how best to act. This was not what Paria was deeply captivated by; knowledge did come effortlessly to her. What had her fixated for so many years was the epistemology of it all. Maybe for most the knowledge had been a gift they did not seek to question or maybe most believed that the source was plainly divine.

It ought not be blasphemous to question the prevailing opinions and Paria had no intentions of quieting her mind.

Like the sensation of a lingering embrace, the earth felt her feet leave a gentle mark as she started off toward the Divisian library. She took a few strides toward the precipice and then without hesitation Paria latched onto the ziprail and forgot of gravity and its power. There is a kind of peace that comes with the beginning of a journey through the city levels. Paria knew this well and gave appreciation to her ancestors for giving her the gift of levitation, if only it were felt for a few moments each day. Space and time and the machinations of your mind hold still just before your weight compels you to your destination at terminal velocity.

Her locks of hair were the embers turned hot by bellows, strikingly beautiful as each strand danced with the wind. Like a vine she weaved back and forth from high above the city's summit through the sloping forests before she arrived on familiar ground. All ground on Vadélan was sacred to her, but she felt the heart of the planet and the truth of her people here.