Jedao's mother could cloudrun, but he never quite got the hang of it; once he almost walked out of a plane in the middle of a thunderstorm, though, because he could feel it, crackling and rumbling and drumming in his bones, feel it calling to him, pulling him with the force that pulls birds north, that pulls salmon upstream, nature and need. Sometimes he wonders, if his 2IC hadn't stopped him, like Odysseus tied to the mast, whether he would have learned before he hit the ground, or if he'd ever have come down at all, if he could have gone wild right in the heart of the whirlwind.

"Diving probably is," he agrees. "Although the distance fliers do more gliding - I don't know how you'd get into hang gliding, but people do it. And then hummingbirds are a class of their own, of course."