[center][h2][u][color=7bcdc8]Aisling Eisen[/color][/u][/h2][/center]
As the sun rose over the mountains illuminating the world Aisling felt the heat against her back, as she sat meditating like she had been taught. She felt the winds rush by slow but ever flowing as if fleeing the sun. The mountain air this high up was thin but bearable. The Suns' warmth broke her focus and she opened her blue eyes to the sight before her, a slight smile on her lips. 

Crocus lay below at the bottom of the mountains in all its glory greenery from countless parks visible from even here. The arena of the Grand Magic Games was also visible above the city floating by some powerful, unfathomable magic. Aisling could not tell from here but it looked empty today. She wondered if she was late and everyone had already left. No, no the innkeeper in the last town she had stopped in said there was three days left. 

How long had it been? It was hard to tell travelling through the mountains, but if she had gone around she would definitely have been late. She spent a while trying to puzzle out the jumble of the past few days an absent-minded smile upon her lips. A bird sailed by trilling the new day bringing her from her thoughts. 

Well she had spent her last Jewel on food for the journey, whether or not she was late she would have to find something fast. She gathered her dusty, light blue, travelling cloak from the ground she had been sitting. With a frown at the dust mark she gathered her magic and uttered a spell sending a blast of wind through it to beat some of the dust off. With that she slung it over her shoulders and picked up her bag filled with all her belongings. Finally with one last glance at the mountains and the long road that lay behind her. she stepped off the cliff she had been resting on.

And flew, not true flight like a bird, but as if she weighed less than the air around her borne by the wind itself gathered tight around her. She hoped the magic power she had gathered mediating would be enough to get her to the city far below. Soon enough she reached the city landing lightly on a rooftop. She had no idea where to go and this was a big city, far bigger than any Aisling had visited before. Rather than stop to ask directions she headed further into the city leaping over roofs toward the great Arena looming above. This way she stayed out of sight after all most people feared the use of magic so her grandfather said.

It was while pondering if it was different here she came to a terrifying realization as she leapt to a yet higher rooftop her magic running dry, she fell down onto the roof. At the last second falling face first she flung out an arm and yelled out a spell which slowed her enough to only leave bruises and a loud thump rather than tearing right through. 

Her bag lost in the fall, slid down the slanted roof with the clunk of pots and pans caught itself on the eaves of the building. She eased herself down toward it careful not to fall. As she clutched the bags' strap she glanced down at the street far below, too far to get down herself. She climbed back to the peak of the roof settling herself legs braced against sliding, nursing her bruises. 

So she sat ready for a long wait until her magic power returned she was stuck upon the roof of the Phoenix Wing Hotel although she did not know it. Unless someone had heard her fall. “Well Grandpa, I'm here, what now?” She asked the empty air her soft voice drifting unheard.