Sowing Unity by Lynn Townsend
Shipdown in the field. The space-born were unloaded first, time for adjustment to atmo and gravity. Moments to observe the wooded island landscape, the grass underfoot. Birds and stones and dirt and bugs. Things that were mostly non-existent for spacers. Some couldn’t handle it. Incidents of gaiaphobia were as high as fifty percent to those born in space.
Unity Jaem waited by his port-hole, a tiny sliver of blast-glass, admiring the deep purple sky, already darkening. Stars speckled the canopy of night. Reflections of the ringed gas-giant, their planet, spun into darkness. The shipborn adjusted better at night.
Unity had been born on Europa; planetfall was nothing. Unity could wait.
He relinquished his spot at the port for a family, the littlies exclaiming
