They appear in midair, visible out of a few thirtieth-floor apartments.
One starts to fall. The other catches her by the arm, flings out - wing-shapes of light - and slows her, spiraling down until they're at street level.
"Uh huh. Makes the theory that their rate of appearance is based on local flesh-people population more plausible."
"No one has yet suggested a better term for 'Amentans and humans' as a category. 'Mortals', I suppose, but maybe someday that'll change."
Giggle. "Fires can make you stay young longer, Stones can make you stick around longer after you're old."
The prospect sends moon real estate prices skyrocketing. (Anitam secured a bunch of it before the project got underway.)