“Yee haw!”
I yelled.
I stood on
the northeaster edge of the storm. In front of me stretched clear, blue,
unsuspecting skies. Behind me seethed a black, roiling mass of a storm.
I grinned
back. “We sure did. You don’t think we overdid it, do you?”
“It’s hard
to say. Either the heatwave will blunt the storm, or it will go completely nuts
and open a rift on us. I’d like to see the sorcerer’s magic deal with this,
though.”
“No doubt.
So, it’s your show, when do we pour on the speed?”
“Eh, now’s
good.”
She sliced
off a piece of cloud she stood on, making it into a rough cloud board.
“I’ll push,
you pull.”
She flipped
her board backwards, arcing over the cloud mass.
I sliced
off some cloud myself, but took a few moments to sculpt it into an aerodynamic
shape. I took my board into a steep dive, aiming for the center mass of the
cloud, where it would be densest. The convection currents were strong here,
sending the moisture in the cloud up and down, freezing, melting, refreezing,
and so on throughout the mass.
I grabbed
some of the cloud and started creating a rope. It didn’t take long. I didn’t
have to physically extrude the entire cloud. I could mentally organize the
clouds how I wanted, turning a glob into a coil of rope. It looked more like
cotton candy then rope, but it should work.
It acted
more like bungee cord than rope, anyway, again obeying how I wanted it to be. I
surfed out in front of the storm pulling on the rope behind me. The rope wasn’t
to actually pull the storm. That was ridiculous. It served to anchor me to the
storm, and to act as a kind of guide for me to know if we were on track.
A mile or
two out from the storm I started gathering the wind, then sent it surging in
front of me. Kate did the same from behind, but aiming wind directly at the
storm. We created pressure differentials in the air that the storm would have
to follow, fast tracking the storm to Belport.
If the rodeos in Colorado had been like this, I
would have gone to them.