My thoughts flow through my mind like the wind flowing gently through the trees, slipping and streaming through every crack and opening until vanishing into some darker place that is unreachable by dirt-bound creatures such as myself. Unlike the wind, I can’t fly. I rack my brain. Even Nichodemus with his powerful mastery of wind magics can’t fly. Flying through magic is a powerful spell only used by the elite casters who specialize in wind magic. A scholar like him isn’t at that level. Hovering, levitating like this is already an incredible feat for any normal, non-gifted caster who isn’t naturally attuned to the element of wind.