It was almost too easy...

It was almost too easy this time... given all Centra had been through. The next moon came up in front of her and her timing was such, and her momentum was such, she simply stood up and started running in mid air, and landed on the next moon, then hunkered down and grabbed hold of a small shrub nearby.

The shrub was prickly, and Centra released her grip on it, and then saw further down the length of the shrub she could grip it and not have her hand suffer the consequences.

She looked around, she looked up, taking in all she could. Off into the distance were the two moons she was after.

She pulled out some jelly and some berries, and had a little munch, sitting down comfortably all the while keeping her grip on the shrub with one hand. And she drank some water.

Fescha gazed into the telescope. The eyepiece was starting to leave a ring on his cheek.

She is almost there he thought to himself. He stirred with excitement, the ring around his eye where the telescope met his check was getting red.