After setting down the things, Aria glanced at her church-guest. She mildly wondered why he was hunted. It was obvious that he didnâ€™t not want to reveal what he was or what his situation was. She couldnâ€™t blame him for that. He was strange, though. Not exactly the most polite, but much better than she would have imagined from his first threat. So far, at least.<br/><br/>After that she went back up to her belltower, made her way to a what looked almost literally like a nest of blankets and curled up on them in the order of the tower. The windows, originally meant to let the sound of the bell toll out, allowed what little breeze here was to be had whistle through and lull her into a light sleep.<br/><br/>The next morning, Aria woke with the sun and grinned. It was a windy day and if that meant the sun sometimes was covered by a few clouds, Aria could handle that exchange. Wind meant air movement, and air movement meant more power. After quickly eating a bit of bread as a form of breakfast she rushed to the window. Not bothering with something as mundane as doorways and stairs, she pulled herself into the window sill, hopped over it onto the roof, and slid down the rooftop, using her magic to solidify a bit of air to create a platform to catch herself. From there she jumped from platform to platform until she was safely jumping on the ground. Once there she stretched and glanced around the ground to search for her basket (the one without the holes). This morning was one made for adventure, and possibly for berry picking.