High above the surfers, ten people floated. They swam through the air, trying to find hiding spots. They signaled to one another.
“We have signals, meaning a hider spotted an opponent’s hider. Risky to try to find your seeker but worth it if you’re losing. The key is to be as silent as possible. The clouds change during the match. You have to be able to maneuver yourself into new spots every few minutes,” Esen observed, waving at the group above them.
“We should play,” Cove pleaded.
Ciaran would do no such thing. He grabbed Cove and forced him to leave the stadium.
They worked their way through the park and downtown of the city. Clustered buildings with flashing signs that sent advertisements to his phone and necklace. Bakeries with pastries shaped like various birds and cinemas full o
