The ocean was much nicer and cooperative during the next two days of the voyage. I finally t the trade winds the articles on the internet promised , but they were gentle enough that they didn’t make big waves. I had no problem with the waves, but I’m sure Rue thanked the Guiding Spirits daily for our sailing conditions.
After the first day, Mahya decided not to open the balloon again—it was too much of a headache to open and fold it. I assured her that in Nevada, in the desert, there was plenty of room, and we could fly long distances. Our basket was big enough.
This reminded I needed to create so kind of wind spell to help Mahya navigate the balloon. I already knew the “flavor” of wind or air, but I still couldn’t replicate it. I sat with my eyes closed on the back deck, spread my mana sense as wide as it would go, and felt the mana of the surrounding wind.
This ti, connecting to the wind’s mana was much easier. I didn’t know if it happened because my mind power orb grew or maybe because there were no disturbances here and the wind was “pure,” but I quickly lost myself in her.
I got to know her like a close friend. Playful and light, she dislikes staying in the sa place and occasionally has tantrums, but she is never malicious. She loves to play, sing, and make music with the leaves, the waves, the sand, and anything that makes a sound. She enjoys traveling and wandering and hates being limited or constrained. I got to know her and felt a strong connection with her. I, too, was like a leaf in the universe’s wind. Flying from one world to another, wherever the winds will take .
This part of felt a closeness, affinity, empathy, harmony with the wind, and a connection forged between us. We were one, both of us blowing across the cosmos without roots or a place that was truly ours. But everything was ours, from the open spaces to the closed caves. We were everywhere, and every place was our domain and ho, but it also wasn’t, as we had no roots to tie us down. I sank deeper and deeper into the wind, and for a fleeting mont, I felt Unity. The wind and I rged into one, and nothing could separate us.
I opened my eyes and found myself floating above the sea, and our boat about two hundred ters away from . From the shock, I lost the connection and fell into the water. It was such a big surprise that I started flailing and swallowed so water.
Snap out of it!
I stopped flailing and let myself float for a minute to get myself under control. After feeling calm, I took out the E-foil, pumped a lot of mana into it for speed, and surfed to the boat. anwhile, the boat moved almost a kiloter away from .
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When I got to the boat, Mahya ca out of the saloon and asked , “Why did you suddenly decide to jump into the water?”
“It wasn’t planned,” I replied, feeling sheepish.
“How exactly do you jump into the water without planning it?” she asked, crossing her arms.
“When the boat runs away from you.”
She looked at with wide eyes. “Huh?!” she exclaid.
“Don’t ask. I was trying to build a wind spell and ran into a minor snag. Don’t worry, I’m working on it,” I explained, rubbing the back of my neck.
She shook her head and muttered, “Wizards are so weird.”
“Did you get to et many wizards?”
“One before you, and he was strange too. He would argue with fire and talk with water,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Did he tell you anything or teach you anything that could help advance as a wizard?” I asked, half-joking.
“No. He didn’t talk to people at all, just the elents. Like I said, weird.”
“When I start talking to grass, hit on the head to wake up, okay?” I said, laughing.
She laughed, too, and nodded, her eyes twinkling with amusent.
After the last “accident,” I decided not to play with the wind over the ocean. If I got too connected to it, the boat might disappear over the horizon, and I wouldn’t be able to find it. Instead, I started practicing the second exercise Lis gave . Spreading my mana sense as far as possible, I plucked a basil leaf from a sprig of herbs and practiced moving it all over my mana field. It was easier. Before, my mana would move away from my body about forty or fifty centiters and dissipate. With an active mana field, I could control it at a distance of close to two ters. It still wasn’t even close to the size of my mana field, but it was progress in the right direction.
On the following day of sailing, I didn’t feel like practicing, reading, or doing anything related to my studies. I just wanted to enjoy the sea. Rue wanted a movie, but I explained to him we were already very close to Hawaii and occasionally saw boats or yachts, so taking out the house wasn’t a good idea. He wasn’t pleased and gave sideways glances most of the day with ntally shouted grumblings.
In the afternoon, I took out my guitar and started strumming the strings. I didn’t play a specific song or lody. I simply relished the sound of the music, and a song composed itself in my mind. Instead of being written, it originated within and spontaneously exploded into existence. I took a pen and paper and wrote down the lyrics to avoid forgetting them. It was a description born of my feelings and my connection with the wind. I felt she was a part of the creation and realized our connection was not completely severed.
Sea & Sky
Surrounded by sea and sky,
Sun above, trade winds high,
In this vastness, here am I,
Amidst the waves, alone, I lie.
Once, this place was ho to ,
Now, a visitor, roaming free,
Exploring lands, yet roots won’t see,
Wandering wide, my destiny.
A past behind of sorrow’s song,
Pain so deep, it felt so wrong,
Loss and loneliness, days were long,
Until a guiding hand ca strong.
Now, a nomad, a world to roam,
A traveler with skies, my do,
Charting paths where dreams are sown,
Seeking joy, a place called ho.
I sat and played with the guitar until I created a lody and began to sing.
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