“Reilly?” Nat asked.
“What the hell are you doing?” she looked at me reading the giant textbook
“Studying.” I had to maintain a good grip on the book. Unlike me, it would fall straight through the cloud, and I didn’t want to have to go diving after it. Again.
She smacked me upside the head.
“Ow,” my effort at reflecting pain was half-hearted, only because her smack was, too. At least it hadn’t been hard enough to knock my book away.
“First, you’re a storm rider, not one of them.”
She meant an Aquarian.
“Second, you work in the plains states. There’s no ocean, there, so even knowing the weather on the ocean doesn’t do you anything.”
I shrugged. “We dove into the Great Lakes, lakes in Canada, had to deal with Iceland’s glaciers, the North Pole and the Caspian and Black Seas. Doesn’t seem to matter much what I want, we gotta deal with this shit.”
She scooted closer, our hips touching. “Let me look at that.”