Mirai took the time to orient himself and stooped down to pluck a handful of grass. That funny feeling - the sickness - wasn't so bad when he forced himself to focus away from it. A glimpse of the red sky almost brought it back till he told himself it was like looking at the heavens.

They were a splendid place, rather filled with self-important gods who needed knocking down a peg or two. He wanted to bring them down from there on to the earth.

So he stood observantly and rolled the blades between his fingertips, acutely observant of what was happening around him.