Freedom, it was freedom, he hadn't taken their words to heart because of how ridiculous it sounded, but now that he was airborne once more, Minto finally understood. A year without moving at all, without feeling the cold of the outer-most parts of the atmosphere, after all that time trapped in his mind, reviewing everything he'd been doing until that point, feeling the winds crashing against his skin and passing above and beneath every individual feather brought enlightenment he hadn't expected, he finally understood the meaning of freedom's embrace, and the joy of being able to do what you wanted, unchained by gravity or laws, none of that mattered when you could fly, it was the best form of escape.
"This should be far enough!" Barskál called from ahead when the small settlement was out
