"It seems like it likes sticking to matter, and life makes it. But hey, people have been trying to figure out what the bluestream is for centuries. Even with otherworldly knowledge and a damn spaceship, it's a bit impatient to think you'll figure it out in a day. Incidentally, I'm starting to get tired of not being able to make even little magic things stick around."

"Right, back down we go. I can probably find where we took off from, but you might want to help navigate when we're up closer." Up up and away from this moon.

Some of my stuff is still where we took off. Nothing private. You could land us closer to Opri and let someone else find and use it if you don't mind replacing it. Then again, may as well go get it because anywhere near the city will be harder to hide this thing. Where we took off is a fair bit to the west and a little to the north of where a certain canyon splits into two canyons. I'll point out the specific trail I was following when we get lower."

And Cam lands near the rock. When they have exited the ship, he considers it thoughtfully, then makes a tarp and a layer of sod that blends in with the landscape over it. "That should do for now unless it's obvious in bluestream or something."

Flowers, copied from local incidents. Decorative shrub.

"Will it be conspicuous if I fly?"

"No. You have wings. Fully functional wings are pretty uncommon compared to cosmetic butterfly wings or something, and yours are an unusual design, but they're a known thing. I'm only walking because I don't trust myself to not fall out of the sky yet."

"All right then. Lead on. Have an Italian children's book." He presents her with a book, and then he takes off and takes his computer off his belt loop to read while circling over her.

"Move your wings together. You might want a running start. However good you are at reading while flying, don't do it on day one." He lands; his computer becomes surrounded by a nice-but-battered-looking leather case and goes back on his belt loop. "The important thing is to keep air under you with lots of surface area and glide as much as you can; flapping is tiring and also cuts your surface area for part of the time you're doing it, so only flap if you have to."

"I... can't easily tell by looking when you're using magic for it or not, which doesn't help me give you tips. I can take off from a still start, it's not necessary to be moving, a lot of people just find it helps."

"That's when you stop moving your wings together. Which way do you wanna go? That wing goes down, other one goes up -" He get a bit ahead of her. "Watch." And he smoothly swoops left.

"If I fall out of the sky, appear something squishy below me, please." And stop flapping, get used to gliding for a bit - woah the wind changes, well of course it does - and she dips one wing, raising the other, to slooowly bank left.

"All right." He flies nearby, not close enough for his wingbeats to foul hers.

She ascends some more, and practices sweeping left and right a little more sharply. "I was right. This is thrilling! With the stream you're just pulling yourself along, but this is like - playing soccer against the air or something."

"This metaphor is new to me."

"I don't know. I'm not really thinking about words much right now. Hey, you can see the mainway from here. Opri's over there, shall we head in that direction?" Point.

"Sure."

Fly, fly, fly. She does a shallow dive, but holds off on any more daring tricks. "Say, what're you reading?"