Carl refused to buy, but we went to a local watering hole and grabbed something to drink. Apparently, Pyreans didn’t have the storm rider appetite, but they could drink any storm rider under the table. My metabolism was fantastic, but even I couldn’t keep up with Carl. He drank whiskey out of the tall glasses like it was beer.
We didn’t speak, just drank and munched on bar fare. When done, he nodded to me, I nodded to him, and we parted company, him driving away in his Jeep. Bastard didn’t even offer me a ride, not that I needed one.
In the dense Wyoming woods, I had no problem with anyone seeing. The rain-threatening weather also helped. I channeled a path to the clouds above, then rode lightning straight up. I conjured a cloud board and surfed away, not in a particular hurry to get back. I wanted the time to process Carl’s fighting style and what I learned about Pyreans. There was something important, there. I still didn’t know what, but something about Carl’s approach to fighting, to using his powers. I thought it was as important as something that the Aquarians did with their powers.
I shrugged as I caught the high altitude winds that would blow me back to Iowa. I would meet Natalie in Chicago, tomorrow, but today was just another day, otherwise.
My phone went off with an alert. Tornado warning in Kansas.
Dammit! Oh well, I might get to see Nat, today. I could go for some Kansas City barbecue, too.