My little fire—a little lightning made for a great lighter—was crackling and drying me out quite nicely when the green water rippled and Maddy rose out of the surface. As usual, she was wearing a wetsuit. She grinned at me, but also cocked her head to one side, puzzled.
“This does not seem like a social call,” she said.
I shook my head. “Nope, end of the world kind of thing. You hear about the storm barreling towards Florida?”
She shook her head.
It wasn’t surprising. The Aquarians spent most of their time in the water, so they didn’t exactly have instant access to the web. Even if they had waterproof gear, a signal couldn’t get through the water.
I pulled up my phone and showed her the animated radar map.
“You came up here specifically for my help, not just an Aquarian.”
“Yup, time for us to do the thing.”
She reached out her hand and closed her eyes, concentrating.
I took her hand and also closed my eyes.
The concentration was not a focusing of intent on something. That would actually make things worse. Instead, I focused on shifting myself. I had to reach a different state of mind, one more like hers, while she had to do the same with me. Instead of being the rapid, changeable nature of the winds, I had to smooth it out, go more with the flow. Abrupt changes of mood would give way to evenness and acceptance. I surrendered to the river’s current.
I peeked with one eye. Maddy’s face was scrunched in concentration, but I felt nothing.
Maddy always has to be mad at me to get there. Guess it’s time for me to help out.
With my free hand, I made tiny currents of air brush her neck and ears. She shivered. I did it again. I kept it up until she let out a snort of laughter.
“Stop it; that’s distracting.”
She began to convulse as the air tickled her neck.
And then my senses expanded. I could feel the current in the lake. The cold no longer bothered me and my eyes could see down into the water where a small rowboat had sunk, probably decades ago.
I reached out, willing the water to spin and flow into a small water spout, and then crystallize into a small chunk of ice that plopped back to the water.
Maddy reached out, gusting a breeze that rippled against the lake’s waves.
“Let’s do this,” I said, letting loose a green-blue bolt of lightning that catapulted us into the sky.