When she broke through, Bitterroot took in a deep, sweet breath of medium-altitude air and surveyed the cloudscape, brilliantly white. Waves the size of mountains flew and twisted through the sky and shining rivers were pulled along invisible currents of wind. Unfortunately, for all its light, ethereal beauty, it was still too thick to see through from above. She’d need to skim the lower edge when heading downriver. At least she’d be hard to see from the ground.