Standing on the precipice of a sea cliff, Neya observed the ruins below her. a small patch of forest standing and moving in the breath of the wind. The air around her whipped, howled and whistled. A crack from an above thundercloud followed by a streak of red lightning jarred the the sound of crashing waves upon the rocks facing the sea. The sea. Such a large expanse, infinite in its possibility to be ever deeper, ever dangerous, and ever beautiful. The smell of the salty air entered her nose, and Neya took in a deep breath. The smell of the sea filled her nostrils, and the cold crisp air filled her lungs. She looked to the sky. Above, the clouds had formed a veritable wall of dark grey and black, heavy with rain. A streak of lightning crossed the sky, and Neya's bright orange eyes seemed to glimmer, as she exhaled and spread her wings.
Stepping closer to the cliff, she removed her cloak, her gloves, and her hood, and put them inside her pack, strapped to her back. She removed her shinigami uniform in full, having beneath it, a black thermal suit on. Looking back at her tail, she flexed it inside the material. It felt strange having it contained in fabric, but she needed to be as streamlined as possible for what she was about to attempt. She stepped up to the edge of the cliff and spread wings as far as she could. she felt the rush of the wind behind her and the wind blew tot he west. Straight towards where she was going.