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space oddity
One day in fairyland, there is an immensely bright flash of light a about a mile above the ground. Something like a metal house is suddenly flying through as if it came through a portal, faster than all but the fastest fairies.
It's flying, not directly down, but still very much towards the ground. It does not take long for it to stop flying and start carving through earth and trees. Eventually it runs out of momentum near a certain lake. The thing seems to still be in one piece, which is rather miraculous considering the two miles of destroyed trees behind it.
After a few minutes, a mortal covered in unusually bulky clothes emerges from the thing. All that is visible is his face. He starts inspecting the outside of his space oddity.
It's flying, not directly down, but still very much towards the ground. It does not take long for it to stop flying and start carving through earth and trees. Eventually it runs out of momentum near a certain lake. The thing seems to still be in one piece, which is rather miraculous considering the two miles of destroyed trees behind it.
After a few minutes, a mortal covered in unusually bulky clothes emerges from the thing. All that is visible is his face. He starts inspecting the outside of his space oddity.
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If she touches this panel over here and mentally asks it for vision, it will feel as though she has an extra pair of eyes looking out from the front of the ship. Clouds pass below them, beyond the clouds is a sea of very purple water.
"Let me know when you see a good place?"
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The ocean will last for a while. Then desert, mountain, swamp, scrubland, cliffy hills, a tiny, sickly-looking forest squeezed between a series of lakes and another mountain, more desert, more scrubland...
The next day, Liam has gotten pretty good at making lights dance about, though they still tend to suddenly extinguish themselves when the ship flies through particularly unfriendly harmonics. He asks for more advanced sorcery exercises.
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After a while he experiments with fire, reasoning that it must be fairly easy since Promise lit up Yellow's house with a thought. He manages to light up a piece of wood after three hours' concentration.
And finally, below them is a decent-sized forest with a river running through it, not surrounded by any particularly harsh terrain features. Nick estimates they are more than 20000 miles from where they started. He sounds vaguely irritated about it.
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He drops her off. He flies a circuit and prints a detailed map of the surrounding few hundred miles. He offers to use his ship's mining laser to do some landscaping.
And he asks, "Are you probably going to still be here in a hundred years? I might try to come back and hopefully get de-aged at that time."
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Five years after that, the flying palace approaches her forest. Does she still have that communicator? If she does, it beeps insistently.
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"The last time I was your vassal and you weren't mine you made me give you my name when I was trying to help us both escape Yellow."
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Liam gets out and starts walking to Promise's location.
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