When Cavendish launched into the sky, there was no such thing as an aerospace association.
It was a product of the growing number of participants in this endeavor, led by the Magic Guild and joined by non-magical powers like universities, engineering guilds, and the Dwarf Federation.
During this time, they only had one-way communication to the ground, so naturally, they didn't know about it.
But that was a minor detail that could be ignored. The important thing was, they could go home!
To be honest, the past few dozen days had been incredibly difficult. Besides the scheduled experiments and data collection, there were no other activities. At most, the three of them would play ball, cards, and various boring social games invented by the Nobility.
More importantly, navigating the boundless sea of Transmuting Dust gave them a sense of isolation. The inability to receive messages from the ground made them panic, and sometimes, the most absurd fears would creep in:
