[She had bundled herself up in enough wrappings to appear more like some sort of confectionery than a woman fighting against the chill air. Curiosity had caused her to follow the unfamiliar species, not wanting to be rude but all the same wanting to know more of Fran and her people. It had not been her first time in the air, but it was astounding to see such a feat down with ease.

Zelda sat beside Fran, looking over the railing to see if she could put a picture to her words, her mouth slowly dropping as she took in the sight before her. A sea of clouds, every now and again parting to give a glimpse of the world below. Being this high up, looking down upon the world, it was a sensation of freedom that she had never felt before.]

Miss Fran, are you familiar with flying? I cannot help but think by the way you speak that this is not the first time you have looked upon the skies this way.