[Ginia centers herself in the cloud seated cross-legged, letting her fingers dig in. It's akin to squeezing a firm mattress covered by a cotton-y cover. How interesting.
And then she's in the air, high above, and thank all the gods in the Far Shore Ginia has no fear of heights or falling. Her breath catches in a gasp as she stares around at the view. The dancers below, the wider sprawl of the festival, the surrounding area, everything is small, but connected and part of a much bigger picture. For the second time that day, tears spring to her eyes, but it's different this time because her smile is real.
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And then she's in the air, high above, and thank all the gods in the Far Shore Ginia has no fear of heights or falling. Her breath catches in a gasp as she stares around at the view. The dancers below, the wider sprawl of the festival, the surrounding area, everything is small, but connected and part of a much bigger picture. For the second time that day, tears spring to her eyes, but it's different this time because her smile is real.
It's beautiful. Everything is so beautiful.]