The spell gave Terra a momentary sense of vertigo when they landed, but — strangely enough — the pause of flight, removed from the ground, was able to get Terra's feet beneath her steady when they returned to ground.

It was sunny, with patchy clouds; the weather was fair, with little chance for rain, but chill enough to keep people indoors. Of course, cold really wasn't much a factor for either of them, with stone skin for Zelgadis and a body temperature naturally cranked higher and more resistant to change than a normal human for Terra.

The land was ordinary enough, and the woods tame. They walked on. The strangest thing was how, not quiet for sound it was out here, but quiet for magic, too. In the MAC there was always that mild flux of foreign powers on every floor, some stale from mages long since departed, some not, but served as much background noise as electricity and traffic. In the City itself, that concentration dimmed, but never entirely vanished. Now, the only magic she could sense was the two of them, alone, for miles and miles. It was surreal, and the realization was written on her face, somewhere between overwhelmed by the natural world, and a sense of wonder the trees around them didn't deserve.