EKA PLAYS WITH A MARBLE
Eka never imagined she’d one day dock weightless next to a fabulous, floating tree ship. Yet here she was, lightly holding the rigging as she straddled her morphed-from-a-marble surf board, thousands of feet in the air. How her body and mind had become so comfortable with this was still a bit strange but crazy cool. Most Wakers she knew could ride the wind, sans board, which she had to admit had a cool factor too.
I could probably ride raw energy, right? How unbelievable would that be, not even a light breeze needed!
She patted the board and grinned. Who was she kidding, a surfboard floating in midair, no way she was passing that up.
Could she really control raw energy? Her body seemed to shout yes but her mind seemed a little confused on the subject.
She laugh
