“Reilly?” Nat asked.
“Yeah?”
“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.
“Studying?”
“Yup.”
“Studying what?”
“The ocean.”
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.”