The clouds each have their own unique shape, yet they all looked the same as they passed by the Strahl's windshield. The Viera's mind would typically be traveling faster than the airship herself in many random locations as she flew, but not today. Today, Fran was going to appreciate her surroundings. The ones that practically symbolized the freedom that she earned.
The blue was neverending and its cotton patterns spread themselves all throughout. It was a sight that her eyes have grown accustomed to. It almost makes it difficult to appreciate what she has when she's grown so used to and nearly bored of the physical, but then that's when it dawned on her. The beauty of the skies were hidden behind the boredom - the cause of it, even. Such a pretty sight has blinded her from the truth that once was. Fran won her freedom a long time ago, and the years have flown with her. Everywhere she goes, she brings along those chains that she managed to unlock herself from. They act as a souvenir. Naturally, time has caused her ears to become immune to the sound of metal chains rubbing against eachother and her body to become strong enough to ignore their weight during her journeys.
But sometimes, like today, she finds herself stopping. Stopping to listen to the rattling music of those chains, stopping to remember the weight that used to sit itself on her once-fragile shoulders. Stopping to remember the golden key that she won all on her own over five decades ago.
Stopping to watch every cloud pass by and realize that she's flying.