“Freedom, that is what the wind is, that is what it embodies. It blows across the lands and seas, from the ground below to highest of peaks. It blows, following no path but the one it chooses to follow”
Flora, in her air form blew alongside the raging winds, recalling her father’s words from so long ago.
“Be free as the blowing wind”
Those words echoed in her mind over and over again as she when back to that time years ago, riding on her father’s wind dragon feeling the wind blowing against her face as they soared through the open sky. Back then she didn’t understand what he was trying to say but at the moment as she recalled on her life and her immensely stubborn spirit, the same spirit that drove her mother mad to the point that she enrolled her in to the academy hoping that being would somehow tame her unrelenting spirit.