There are wind chimes in the distance. I can hear them clanking softly in the breeze, so much stronger here than it is back where I came from. The city itself, even though all of it is the city, seems so far away out here. It's not exactly the country but it does a fair impression, speckled with a couple of ranch-like houses before giving way to green grass and a sea of windmills to the horizon. The windmills surround the city Kael tells me, and they are what gives Port Fifth power.

The air is thinner here but the sky is so blue. It's quiet, for once, just early morning silence and Kael decides on a whim to go. He takes me with him. It's not a food or a coffee run and we take his car, a beat up old thing that reminds me of old muscle cars and the place I was born. People don't really have cars in Fifth but I couldn't say why. It's less a city and more the size of a small state, but that's just how things work here.

Kael drives. Thats how we end up outside the city proper, on a dirt road that is just one of many that lead through the windmills. He pulls off to the side and we get out of the car. He tinkers with something and I sit on the hood of his old wreck, staring out at a sea of windmills and green grass waving in the breeze. I can't get over how very blue the sky is. I breathe in, the smell of earth and the smell of gasoline a layer below. This is a manmade place but it's an amazing work of nature.

Laying back on the hood of the car, I feel overwhelmed. What is this world I have found myself in, with a sky so neat? Out here, it's easier to forget the problems Fifth has. It's peaceful and I am grateful.

Kael sits beside me, silent when he takes my hand. When he puts his hand in mine it's easy to forget there is anything on Fifth but this family I have cobbled together, these people who have welcomed me with open arms. On the hood of a car, in another world, with this man beside me, I know I am home.