Sheis nothing loathe to take the lead. Below them, far below, the people of Cadens see them pass, twin shooting stars, and a smattering of wishes burst over them as they pass by. So it goes all the way to Thorne; the long, slow wingbeats cutting the air, the whispered wash of attention here and there as mortals look up and see the impossible made real...

Landing is less graceful. But then, going places has always been easy for Shepard. Arriving, on the other hand, has always, always been an act of violence.