Saaria stumbled through the woods for what felt like hours. Nothing made sense, she would think she was almost out of the woods, and then she would end up walking in a full circle. She used the fire in her belly to keep herself warm, something she had had to do before in the cold of the cell. All she was wearing was a thin black robe that she had been wearing for days, and was filthy from all the crashing she had done in her attempts at flight. Just as she was about to freak out and start a forest fire, she heard something with her elven ears. Horns. She remembered hearing them when she left the city, but these ones were different. She stretched out her wings and tried flying again, heading in the direction of the sound, making sure to fly over the trees, and not turn at all, lest she get lost again. She saw a beach in the distance (although she didn't know what a beach was.), and a sudden breeze from the sea sent her flying into the air, way up high. Seeing the ocean, she let out a massive gasp of fire into the air. She had never seen a body of water before, and it was breathtaking. She nearly crash landed again, skidding across the beach. She stared out at the water, awestruck and completely unaware of her surroundings.