Stepping out of the Statue of the Goddess let Tya know that day was slowly beginning to come. The sky was lighter, but there was still a while before it would be bright and full… But she paid little mind to it, really, and began out toward her home.

Half way there, she froze in her steps, looking out off the edge of Skyloft as a beam of green light broke through the barrier of clouds. If she wasn't rushing, she would have remained there to stare in amazement.

Tya had few things to collect, and only a small wallet of rupees to get by on for the moment. But she didn't really care, she figured that, if she was able to return to Skyloft, she could just sell things she finds on the surface. She didn't doubt that at least one person up here would take interest in things they'd more than likely never seen before. If not, then she'd figure something out then…

The dark red dress was cast off, and replaced with thin, tan pants, thick leather boots, and a long sleeved red shirt. Something more protective would have been nice, but she didn't really have the money for such things, nor the time to wait and see if she could get some. Anything she thought would be useful was stuffed into a satchel which was then placed over her shoulder. Small necessities such as soap and closed flasks she'd filled with water. Extra things to tie her hair up, and bandages she had lying around just in case. A bit of disinfectant as well– better safe than sorry. A variety of other small things she thought would be of used to her, and any nonperishable food she had stored away. It wasn't much, and she tried to keep it light, but only partially succeeded. Any extra's were taken off, and after tightly braiding her hair then twisting it into a bun, she grabbed her sailcloth and began out again. Quietly but quickly, she rushed over the edge, whistling for her Loftwing that was no doubt uneasy with the dim light of dawn. But she still obeyed.

Tya circled the light that pierced the clouds… She knew her Loftwing wouldn't accompany her, as much as she wished she would. And despite being so determined to do this, she was still nervous. But who wouldn't be? She was no explorer, no traveler, no knight. She was far from prepared for a journey such as this, and the only weapon she had was far from honed… She just hoped it was enough.

A deep breath was drawn in and held, and she prepared the sailcloth of hers before finally taking the leap she needed to drop through the clouds.