Zaeryn stared up at her, stunned past the point of covering it. "...Flight?" His voice cracked slightly on the word. "What else is there?"
"Shut up," Mireille said.
The ground beneath him answered before he could. It tore itself loose in one violent motion, ripping free of the floor with him still standing on it, and carried him straight up into open air, a slab of raw stone hanging in space with nothing beneath him but empty air and a long way down.
Then gravity remembered its claim. He dropped.
The fall wasn't long, maybe ten meters, but it felt eternal. Zaeryn twisted mid-air in a desperate bid for control.
He managed something closer to a controlled crash. Boots slammed into the packed soil with a shockwave of his own. His knees buckled, but he stayed upright, breathing like a cornered animal.
