Between felt like an eternity, or an eyeblink. It was hard to believe that twenty-five turns had passed yet again, but you couldn't deny the evidence of your own eyes. The Weyr's decay had deepened, and the white disk of Belior hung perfectly above the horizon, as expected. Beside it, the Red Star loomed brighter than ever. With each jump, it grew larger, stranger... With each jump, the weyrfolk travelled further and further from home.

The only constant was the moon, even in its changing phases... In these strange new times, its cold light was almost friendly. A reminder of home.