Solaris only smiled and nodded to his answer, happy about the pre-existing familiarity with the subject. Nothing to further question on her end on who-what-where and whatnot. Not her business. It held no bearings on the project, and really? Even if anyone shared information for whatever reason, it wasn't like they could
access anything without her first bringing them to her world. The basic realities of travel at this point gave her enough protections to not feel a need to delve into wartime political secrecy and cryptic communications…
Plus? Kyrie was always
horrible at those. Everyone was better off
not having to deal with her fumbling around on any of it.
Vyn's approach and preferences for how to proceed were, again, met with a little bob of her head, flicking her gaze to Realta with a grin and two-fingered salute of a wave. "I'll catch up with you later, thanks again! Go warm up," she chirped, and Realta gave a small chuckle before she stretched and hopped off the bench.
"Safe travels, I wish you the best." Her tail swayed, and the feline once more dipped her head towards Vyn before they departed. Much as she might have wanted to start trotting off towards her next destination, she needed to wait for the Eternal she was there to assist to actually
leave the planet first.
With that handled, Solaris focused on Vyn herself, reaching out to rest her partially gloved hand on his arm. "My planet has a slightly lower gravity than here on Earth, as a forewarning--if you need to take a moment to adjust, let me know." Not that it was… a
monsterous difference--he wasn't about to go floating away--but she still felt the need to lower any chances of accidentally surprising him with anything.
Finally, she looked to her phone, thumb hovering over the
Home button. A thing that still felt strange to see, in its own way. She pushed the thoughts away for the moment the same instance she hit the button. Magic flared, energy pulsed, and they were gone, pulled through space and
light years in but a moment. Already, the senshi could feel the pull of Earth's gravity give way on her body to the lighter pressure of Solaris. The sensation of winds came next, constant and swirling her hair and loose fabrics of her uniform, but nothing like the gales or worse that frequently ripped through. She opened her eyes as the energy faded, glancing up to see small scraps of the peachy-toned sky through the dense cloud layers above.
On large, the look of Solaris was a more
peachy tone compared to Earth, really, due to the quality of sunlight they received from their star. In part from this, what few occasional scraggly, thorny plants that
did peek through the otherwise barren grey and rusty-toned soil were… dark. One small clump by their feet swayed in the wind, its branches scratching and clattering against each other like dry bones. In the sunlight, the tiny scale-like structures along its skin were visible, the features that allowed the branches and stalks of individual plants to all chaotically tangle together in their clump to help cement each other into the ground and not be swept away in strong winds.
All around them, though, the roughly mile long plateau was
bare, a mostly flat thing that stood high above green-blue waters. Large, slow waves moved across its surface, the spray cresting over the edge of the plateau in floating, shimmering misshapen forms before enough collected together in a mass heavy enough to fall to the ground. Waves sometimes swelled up enough to loom over and cover the small land bridge that stretched out to the mainland in the west. Whatever had been the gradual slopes that had once helped to form the sides of this island had been long stripped away when the waters receded.
"Feeling good?" Solaris looked to her guest carefully, pulling back her hand slowly in case he
did actually need support. Her wings stretched and flexed, flapping absently in relief at feeling the gravity and winds she was used to.
High, high in the sky, beyond the plateau over the waters, the craggy peaks of a floating island lazily cut through the highest level of clouds here and there, cutting out the sunlight in a long, dark shadow across the waters as it went. She paid it little mind--this was common here.
She took slow steps, sending her phone away and gesturing towards the two buildings that broke the flat grounds.
Blue-silver metal and white stone constructed the wide, relatively squat building--at least in terms of its width, versus its height. Large panels of aged, weather and sand pocketed metal took up about two-thirds of the height of the walls, with the last third up top being about a story tall. Up there, small broken window frames held remnants of glass--some translucent, catching in the daylight; others dark, almost one-sided from where they stood.
Pavement stretched out
far beyond the hangar itself--a taxiing zone, an extensive runway… the aetherport (
airport) was as basic as the construction needed to be.
Right beside the hangar stood a second, far smaller building. A single-story house, simply built ages past, all plain, weathered stone and somewhat dug into the ground with multi-colored glass in its windows. Stained glass showing simple patterns, flora in purples and dark blues.
A surreal sensation rolled through her mind as she took in the scene of the Velencian on her world. Someone
else on her world. Someone else
alive. It was a sensation that hollowed her bones with ice and something tiny, tiny and
almost warm, each time she beheld such a thing.
She was still trying to get used to it.
