Valerion pushed the heavy door open - a beam of white sunlight blinded Adrien for a moment; then his eyes focused on the landscape past the wooden door - the path that led down the hill and onto the next and to the village, each side padded with grass, then encased by a lush forest; the series of hills that rolled away in the distance and faded into the pale blue of the horizon - some covered by forests, some grassy and rocky, all different shades of green, yellow, and brown; and then the sky above - reflected in the rain puddles that punctuated the path in front of him, patterned with white, feather-like clouds that rushed into each other, changed their shapes and names, then vanished into the wind. Adrien stepped outside; he closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of the fresh air on his skin - clear, turned effervescent by the recent rains. He hadn't been outside since the day he'd first arrived to the tower; his only experience of the outdoors in those two weeks had been the gentle waving of the trees which he could see from the windows of the tower. How glad he was to be outside again.