Not before long, a sudden breeze brushed through Liora's hair and skin, her cheeks flush with pink from the cool sensation.
It was calming, the way that surrounding her was a nearly-infinite expanse of just grass and floral, the degree of which they extended unknown to her, possibly unknowable.
Her hair waved in the air, individual strains scratching against her scalp to offer her solace in its solitude.
Yet, she understood that that was not why she was here.
"What did the demon mean when it said it was going to throw me to a place I could not return," she asked, urging her tail below to send up back up into the air.
No good.
"What?"
Looking down, she found two legs once more, unresponsive to her very whim. Better yet, her entire body was like that, missing its translucence that it once possessed.
Holding onto her grimoire, she closed her eyes and felt for the aether.
Swish!
