"That's not right! You're using me to test your Witchcraft! What if I fall into a spatial fissure?!"
"That won't happen. How could I bear to let you get hurt?"
A rare hint of affection entered Ian's voice.
He raised his right hand again, gazing at the faintly distorted space at his fingertips.
"Gravity isn't a force; it's the geometry of space-time. And I... have just learned how to bend it."
Gaga tilted its head, looking at him. Though it didn't understand, it felt that Ian was shining brightly in that moment.
"Ian, what's this new Witchcraft called?"
Ian thought for a moment, the curve of his lips deepening.
"Space-Time Curvature Field."
"However," he said, reaching out to rub Gaga's little head, "the first test subject's feedback was positive, though the process was a bit dizzying."
Gaga protested, "My feedback was not positive! I almost got spun dizzy!"
The little creature huffed and buried its head in its wings, pretending to be angry.
