She pokes some things, shows Ellie how to enter coordinates and then how to reset them. "Alright. Do you want to give it a try? Since we're past the point that needs specific spells..."

"Sure. Where are we going?"

She indicates a crystal and a plane. "This's the nearest port. You want both the plane's coordinates, and a specific point within it to arrive to..." She indicates an area near one of the planets, though off the main orbital path. "We'll be aiming here."

She sets things up.

Villanelle checks behind her. "Good work. This all looks right."

"So then to make it go?"

She shows Ellie how to confirm the coordinates, double check them, and set them up on a queue to activate once Villanelle's navigated them to a good leaving point (out of Earth's gravity well and atmosphere).

"Want to do the honors?" she asks, gesturing to the final 'confirm' button.

She takes a breath -

-and pushes the button.

The ship hums a bit.

"Congrats on your first navigation."

"Sadly the process of steering from the helm's a lot more boring, no matter what movies are gonna tell you... Still, it's safe to stand on the deck, if you wanna watch the world fall away."

"Sure."

"Cool."

She heads out to the deck, splitting off to go stand on a little platform at the front of the ship, hands slightly apart.

She follows, standing a bit back.

There's a bit of a shimmer around her hands, maybe, and - she's reciting a poem, voice low. The language is unfamiliar, but something about her cadence is hauntingly beautiful.

The ship rises straight into the air. Quite quickly from how fast the world's growing small, but there's no turbulence on deck.

Impressive.

The world seems so small.

It gets smaller as they rise, and eventually the ship tilts - gravity still point toward the deck - and starts rising more quickly. It'll still be a bit before they get past the moon, but - they're definitely in space, now.

"Seems a little... anticlimactic."

"Want me to promise you a firefight next time?" she calls back, laughing.

"Hmmm... Maybe just a lightshow."

She hums...

And the air around them lights up with coruscating purples and pinks, streaming from the bow of the ship on back.

She applauds.

She bows grandly, and the ship picks up speed again.

Here we go.

And - 

The streamers Villanelle created are overwhelmed by more and more light, and the ship shudders and breaks through something, like a thin buzzing membrane passing over Ellie - like lightning, coursing through her skin, hovering at her fingertips - 

The Astral Sea is liquid light, pouring around their ship, stars caught in streamers, dark eddies swirling around them. It's grand and immense and Ellie can feel a beat, like a distance pulse, a push-pull of strange waves. Towering cliffs of stars surround them right now, creating a narrow passageway for their ship - and then they pull ahead, burst through into eternity, and the Sea washes in every direction. Strange creatures pass by in the distance, creating little whirlpools around them. Little schools of light motes dance by them, swirl around them, then dart away.

That's more what she was expecting.