[Someone else is enjoying the wide open skies as well, and as Glacius is relaxing on the beach, Fareeha pops her jets and tears over the sand above him. She wasn't capable of reaching the height of the usual cave-ceilings, but there was always an oppressiveness of it. It was so freeing to flie against an open sky once more, enough that for the moment she's willing to ignore the flutter of suspicion settled in her stomach. She's needed this.]
[She settles back on the sand to let her jets recharge, standing tall and looking out over the waves with a truly grateful expression.]
1 - Beach
[She settles back on the sand to let her jets recharge, standing tall and looking out over the waves with a truly grateful expression.]