Sunrise came early in Rhy'Din, though some later for the winter months. Still, it was early enough that Scotty had to actually set his PADD to wake him and Harold up so that they would have time to shower, get dressed, grab coffee and food and meet with Shadow and Misty, and head off for the Fur'za Flyin' docked in Bay Fifty-Three at the Stars End.

Scotty had only been there a few times; amusingly, even though he came from a spacefaring culture, he just didn't have a ton of reasons to go into the spacers area. He more often spent time with the dragons and other lifeforms that had, until he came here, been fairy tales and legends.

But everything went down pretty much as planned. They were quiet on the way to the Stars End, and for Scotty's part, it was because he was sipping his travel mug of coffee, perched on the back of his horse, completely unaware of how anachronistic he looked doing so. The air was cold, and mostly he just enjoyed the quiet of the early morning, even as they got to the hustle and bustle of the spaceport itself. Not shockingly, he and Harold left their horses out in the courtesy stable provided for those who had gotten used to living across several different time-periods on the same world, and within the same several miles.

And then it was to Bay Fifty-Three.

Misty had spent most of the night talking with Bridei and Joey after she'd left the Arena, but a short little orbital hop wouldn't take too much out of her. After a quick shower, she went back through the gate, to meet Scotty and Shadow in the Red Dragon Inn, catching a nap on the way to Star's End on the back of Scotty's horse (since her ways of getting to and from the Inn were a little more personal), but snapped to quick enough when they arrived.

She was beaming with pride, as she led the three men to the Fur'za. Between Paradise and Em-Five's demonstrations of TLC, her ship practically gleamed on the tarmac, static dispersal fields keeping the dusting of snow off. As they approached, the cargo ramp lowered, showing the little R2-M5 'droid near the controls.

Misty scampered up to stand beside the little 'droid, and give her guests the proper welcome. "Danku, Em-Five," she said as she gave the shiny dome a pat.

"Good mornings, gentlemens. As captain of the Fur'za Flyin', please allows me to welcomes you aboard."

Overwhelmed was one way of putting it. A faint nod offered Harold, though the elf's ambers were positively glued to the starship. After a low murmuring, accompanied by the subtle flick of a finger - a simple cantrip of magic detection - he breathed, "So it really isn't sorcery after all, then." This was more to himself than the others, but he wasn't trying to be rude. One had to understand the simple truth that Shadow'd never even been this close to a spaceship, let alone about to embark upon one. Head lifted to the sky, eyes closed, and he murmured a prayer of thanks to his patrons above for this opportunity.

The orison seemed to have calmed his nerves, somewhat, and so it was with a dazzling smile that he replied to Misty's greeting. "As Scotty said, this is a great honor. Your...Fur'za is magnificent," he said to Misty. He'd let the two other fellows precede him onto the ship, hand a tentative feather touch to the droid-being as he passed near it. "Fascinating," he whispered to himself, belatedly following the other three.

"Runs off of magic?" Harold asked Misty, looking around and giving Scotty's hand a squeeze. "Kinda like what you do at GAME, huh?" he added, aside, to his fiance.

"Aye, a lot like that. 'Cept, I'm nae a mage, just a mechanic," Scotty replied, though it was more for the other two than it was for Harold. Harold got to hear plenty about what he did for the day. In the meantime, they followed Misty. Scotty spent most of the time looking around the ship as they headed for that stairwell and followed her up. "Does make sense, though, given that Rhy'Din's got so much arcane potential hangin' about. It's been neat seein' it as an application t' mechanics..."

Scotty trailed off, when he realized he might just get to babbling and grinned, shaking his head. Aye. Enjoy the ride. Follow Misty's tail.

"Oh! Shadow, Harold, Scotty, I'd like to introduce yous to the First Mate of the Fur'za, Paradise Stromgard. Her and Em-Five do a lots of the mechanical stuffs on board. Now, yous wanna see the bridge?"

Misty giggled, and scampered up the rest of the stairs, waiting by the door to the bridge for her guests.

She smiled at the bowing elf, a slight blush to her cheeks. She turned to follow Misty to the bridge, moving through the door in order to make sure everything was in order for their short hop.

Since Misty was hosting, Paradise thought she should show off her piloting skills. She waited for them to enter, already making herself comfortable in the piloting chair, giving last minute instructions, pushing a few buttons here and there. She turned to face the door, a pleasant smile on her face.

Misty smiled as everyone filed onto the bridge, and spoke quietly for a moment into the communications station, clearing their departure.

"Okies, gentlemens. If yous is all ready, we can gets goings! Paradise, if yous would be so kind?"

Shadow'd thought there was a little more work to the preparation for departure; after all, when magic was used to travel great distances, much power and effort had to be expended. The first thing, thus, that Shadow noted was the impressive efficiency of the machine, an elegance of function that rivalled, to him, the perfection of the snowflake or the round uniformity of RhyDin's twin moons.

Sobered by the thought of the power of this starship, he clasped his hands before him, waiting patiently. "The ships you flew in your home universe were like this, Scotty?" he quietly whispered as the captain and first mate performed the protocals necessary for takeoff.

Misty turned and smiled at the men.

"The Fur'za is actually my homes, so it had betters be a little fanciers, right? But it's just a light frieghters. Some of the really big ships carry ones like her so they can lands on planets."

She indicated a few seats and benches. "If yous wanna sits down or somethings, feel free. Its should be a really smooths ride, though. If yous want somethings to drink, or for snacks, just let me knows, okies?"

"Oh, aye," Scotty said, finding a seat next to Harold. He was still watching everything, taking it all in; he could feel the power through the ship, arcane driven or not, just like he could aboard a shuttle or a transport in his own universe. A certain harmonic hum of shifting energy. Listening for it, for him, was as natural as breathing.

"I'm a'right, we grabbed a bite t' eat afore we came aboard," he added, as he managed to drag himself out of the observation. "Harold?"

"No, I'm good." Harold snuggled back into the comfortable seat, looking up and around and grinning some. "This is pretty awesome. More- comfortable, I guess? Since it's someone's home, too."

"Makes me sorta wish I'd gotten t' see more privately owned vessels," Scotty said, nodding. "Lot more customization an' that."

It had truly begun to sunk in what was about to occur. Though starship-jargon went right over the elf's head, he could tell through body language and other cues that they were preparing to leave the spaceport. His mind was a whirl at that point, visions of what it would be like to fly close to the stars filling his mind.

He heard Misty, and perhaps understood her, but all that he could express at that moment was a rather silly grin, and a murmured, "Mmmn."

He'd probably be fine though.

Misty smiled as she turned to the men.

"Oh, I's sure we can finds somethings pretty to looks at ... "

The rising crescendo of the engines made her tune everything else out, as she scratched idly at the tank-top she wore. But, as her passengers didn't know her quite that well yet, no getting comfy on this flight.

"Okies, here we goes!"

Feeling the engines of the ship begin to rumble, the elf's eyes widened, and he glanced over at Scotty. "'Tis akin to the rumble of a dragon about to take wing," he commented with remarkable lucidity considering the state of his nerves.

When Paradise had completed her programming, tapping keys on that fascinating device the modern residents of the city called a 'computer', the elven woodsman was all smiles. From shock to grinning all in the space of a few minutes, he'd surely make the swing on that emotional pendulum several times before this flight was over.

At Scotty's urging, the elf moved his gaze toward the indicated viewing screen. As far as he knew it was merely a window, for the concept of a 'screen' which transmitted images was to him as foreign as the existence of starships themselves. Not that it mattered either way, really - seeing was seeing.

Leaning back, both hands gripped his seat's arms tightly as an expression of lingering nerves; the spectacle of take-off would provide a welcome distraction indeed. With nothing further to say right then, the quiet elf adopted a faint, though eager smile, amber eyes agleam.

The ship shuddered just a little as it broke through the atmosphere above Rhy'Din, and they were released into the stars. Paradise gasped with the beauty of it.

It didn't how many times she went into space with the Fur'za, she would never get enough of seeing the heavens.

The course already plotted, she turned again to face her passengers. She had a wistful smile on her face.

"We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us: and it is the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence."

She blushed a little, eyes going to the window yet again. "Charlotte Bront?... It just seemed appropriate."

The process of breaking through the atmosphere and subsequent entry into outer space had gone far more quickly than the elf'd expected, even having seen the wonders of the ship's technology. He'd expected pain, disorientation, all those things which might occur had he passed some sorcerous gate to some other plane of existence (which he'd done a time or two). He'd thus braced himself, and was a tightly wrapped coil of tension during the relatively brief first stage of the journey.

Eyes wide with wonder were glued firmly to the windows, and though the ship wasn't necessarily passing any stars too close, Shadow was nonetheless overcome with emotion at this first vist to the realm of those holy beacons, sacred to elvenkind since time began. It was with tears forming in his almond-shaped eyes that he turned to Paradise to hear her quotation, apt poetry for the occasion, surely. He assumed this Bronte to be some wise or holy woman from the lands of Paradise' origin, and even smiled despite the runnels of moisture beginning to stream down his pale face. Harold's perhaps lighter comment wrought an even wider grin.

When Scotty spoke, it took a few heartbeats for Shadow to reply, the elf wiping his eyes without shame and nodding once. "Magnificent," came his whispered reply, the awe of his situation casting a hush over his voice, as if to talk to loud should disrupt the enchantment of being up here. He had little more to say, no quote of his own, but who would on their first trip to the stars?