Driving a hoverbike ended up being way easier than Lark thought it would be. She barely used a bicycle growing up and hadn’t even sat on a motorcycle before. Thankfully, the hover mechanism kept these bikes standing, so riding wasn’t the balancing act Lark expected.
In fact, it was even better than a convertible since they were so much more maneuverable. Her biggest worry was Snowy. There weren’t compartments or saddle bags on the side of her bike, so the cub sat enthroned in Lark’s backpack. Lark had moved it to her front so she was able to keep an eye on the furry face that occasionally stuck her nose out into the racing wind.
After the incident with her bracelet, the buzzing electricity Lark had felt stayed with her. Not only that, but by the time they stopped to make camp for the nig
