“Are you out of your flaring mind?” Flynn yelled.
Ann grinned ear-to-ear. “Yes, obviously. I’m doing it, anyway.”
“I—I have no words. Has something like this ever been done?”
“No one’s attempted it in over a hundred years. But I’m going to make it work.”
“You seriously want to . . . what is it, again?”
“Windsurf. That’s the closest word. They used to do it on the water on Earth.”
“On Earth is not the same as dark energy winds.”
“I can do it.”
“Because I want to.”
“That’s not a flaring!—” Flynn took a breath to calm down, and looked at Ann. She had this excitement in her eyes, a light he only saw when she was flying hard. She was going to do this with or without his help.
If I don’t help her, she’s going to end up lost in the wind.
“Okay, walk me through how this will work.”