After what might have been a century, the man-who-wasn’t-there dismissed them.<span style="color: #006666">“It’s okay, Eld,”</span>she said. Her sing-song tone made it pretty clear that she didn’t think the information problem was much of a problem. After all, the more you knew<i>before</i>doing something, the less you’d have to<i>find out</i>, and that was all the fun. She didn’t want the morghul to be sad, even if he was grumpy half the time.<br/><br/><span style="color: #006666">“Yes, a guide!”</span>she said, as if it was the best idea she’d ever heard.<span style="color: #006666">“That way you won’t get lost, or fall into anything, or have to worry about -”</span>Luna clearly wasn’t done her list, because she was counting the items off on her fingers, but Trix wasn’t having any of it.<br/><br/>“Come on, come on!” the other dryadi called, and literally started to drag her away. Instead of stopping, though, Luna just kept flying. If they weren’t going to stop Trix, they wouldn’t stop her, either. She’d get an earful about it later, probably. But a whole new world was calling! Nature! Wind! Sunlight!<br/><br/>Luna burst out of the ship right after Trix, but soared upward, perching on top of the ship for the best view she could get. She spread her arms wide, as if she wanted to hug the sunlight that so gently pierced the clouds. She watched the strange birds for a while and wondered what it would be like to fly with them. Maybe she could find out how to make her own rainbow.<br/><br/><span style="color: #006666">“I wonder if the people here see this every day,”</span>she tried to say, but the words didn’t come out. The atmosphere tasted weird. It was all heavy, a bit like trying to breathe underwater. The gravity wasn’t really a problem, but it was going to take a while to adjust to the sensory overload of being outside again and the strangeness of the planet. Maybe she’d just lie still for a bit...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>