VI. Break Away
Gravity, or, more precisely, the loss or diminishment of it, is a strange thing. You grow up accepting a certain value of g as the way things ought to be. Sure, it might be multiplied or reduced occasionally, at a theme park ride or on an airplane, but it's always –there –, a silent anchor, steady at the rate of thirty-two feet per second, or nine comma eight meters per second, depending on the measurement system you used.
It is therefore very unusual indeed to feel it suddenly slip away, from a strong hold to just a brief reminder that eventually, but not for quite some time, you will come down again. In wizards, one usually realizes this upon one's first trip to the Moon, where gravity is one-sixth of "normal".
Some wizards, during their first visit, get energetic and spend quite some time jumping and bouncing all over the lunar regolith. Others, like Dairine, simply sit and think. She'd been to Mars, to the Crossings, to planets and systems so far away that her own galaxy was just a blip on the radar. But she'd never felt this sense of being so close, yet so far away.
The Earth was rising, and she sat, watching. She still felt like she was floating, detached and disconnected from well, everything. Gravity, the force she'd longed to escape, to be free from...she missed it. Breaking free wasn't all it was cracked up to be, after all.