Her feet bumped against the reservoir floor, grippy shoes skidding for a moment on loose dirt.
The heavy tank threatened to drag Aya to her knees, but she managed to stay upright.
She opened her eyes...
Rotten leaves and twigs swirled around her head, a mini whirlwind thrown up by her landing.
Depth had turned the light dull green, and spinning shadows danced across the reservoir floor.
A flash caught her eye - one of the shiny stickers on Moggle's cover, shimmering in the lamplight like the eye of some bottom-dwelling beast.
She walked in slow motion toward the hovercam, feet skidding on the slippery bricks. Every step stirred up whirligigs of silt and slime, dark clouds billowing around her. Moggle almost disappeared among them.
But there was no time to let the muck settle. Her heart was beginning to hammer against her rib cage, demanding more oxygen, and her fingers and toes were going numb in the freezing cold. The pressure of the water was dizzy-making, like two hands squeezed around her head.
Squinting through the murk, she maneuvered the helium tank over Moggle and let it drop. The clank carried straight to Aya's eardrums, a certain and final sound.
She fumbled for the nozzle of the air tank, lungs screaming, heart pounding, but her frozen fingers managed to give it a twist. A rumbling filled the water, and the weather balloon began to expand.
Aya let go and pushed away, shooting up from the reservoir floor. She kicked hard, propelling herself toward the blinding suns of the hoverlamps.
With one last glance down, she saw the balloon growing, straining against the tank's weight as it gained buoyancy. Slowly the whole contraption began to rise.
Aya broke the surface gasping, sucking in welcome lungfuls of air.
"You okay?" Ren was kneeling on his hoverboard.
"It's right behind me!" she sputtered, paddling water.
The weather balloon exploded from the water, sending hoverlamps scattering in all directions.
Momentum carried it up into the air, cascading water like the head of a breaching whale. Then it crashed back against the surface, splashing them once more before coming to a bobbing halt.
"You actually did it!" Ren said.
"What did you think?" she asked, twisting a crash bracelet with cold-numbed fingers. "That I was going to drown?"
He shrugged. "I was expecting it to take a couple of tries."
The weather balloon was rising again, carried by its helium into the air. Moggle still clung to the bottom of the tank, dripping like a wet dog.
Ren slid his board closer, reached out, and shut off the flow of helium.
Aya pulled herself onto her hoverboard, shivering with cold.
"I still can't believe that worked," Ren murmured.
Aya coughed water into a fist. "Rope would have been simpler."
"Simpler?" Ren said. "That word's not in the tech-head language."
"Just check if Moggle's okay."
He chuckled, detaching the hovercam. As it fell into his hands, the balloon shot up to bounce against the ceiling. "Hey, did you know your lips are turning blue?"
"Great." Aya wrapped her arms around herself, trying to squeeze the water from her dorm uniform. She sat there shivering and watching Ren.
He pulled the lock-down clamp from Moggle, his eye-screens flickering to life. "My waterproofing held! I'm a genius!"
Aya let out a sigh of relief, which turned into a full-body shudder; her teeth were chattering now.
She held herself tighter, promising never to sacrifice Moggle to a watery grave again.
But she had a hovercam. This story was going to kick.
RADICAL HONESTY
Flying home to Akira Hall, Aya wondered if she was catching a bug.
The sun was shining, but shivers kept rolling through her body. Last night had been so exhausting, and it didn't help that her uniform was wet and covered with reservoir gunk.
"Remind me to drink some meds when we get home."
Moggle flashed its night-lights, and Aya smiled. Even slimy and shivery cold, the world felt better with a hovercam flying beside her. All she needed now was a hot shower and things would be back to normal. Well, as normal as they could be after her midnight ride through the huge and brain-shifting wild.
Everything looked so sedate here in the city.
In the perfect weather, the parklands were crowded - parents out with littlies, an ugly baseball team playing against crumblies. The soccer fields beside Akira Hall were roped off for a bunch of littlies fighting a mech battle. They clanked around in robot warbodies, clobbering each other with plastic swords, shooting foam missiles and safety fireworks. It was all very silly - even the best mech players never got famous - but it still looked like fun.
As she and Moggle skirted the soccer fields, a spinning war wheel escaped from the roped-off battle zone, bouncing past them into the trees. Moggle went after the trail of safety sparks, and Aya followed, laughing, descending to where it had rolled to a stop in the grass.
Stepping from her board, she hefted the war wheel in her hands. It was sizzling harmlessly, the fireworks not yet expended.
Aya grinned, turning back toward the battle and taking aim.
"Watch this!"
Her throw was clumsy, but as it flew through the air the war wheel sputtered back to life, gaining speed from its spinning jets of safety fire.
It careened through the battle, hopping like a flat stone across water, and finally hit one of the mech warriors smack in the middle of his back. It was a clean kill, and his war-body went into wild death throes, flailing its arms and gushing sparks before crumpling to the ground. The littlie inside crawled out and looked around in annoyance, trying to figure out who'd made the kill.
Aya giggled at the lucky throw, stepping back onto her board. It felt as though fate was finally taking her side, and fame couldn't be far away.
"Good shot," a voice said. "But not entirely rule-abiding."
She turned and finally saw a boy sitting cross-legged on a hoverboard, his shape concealed by the dappled shadows of the trees. He smiled a radiant smile.
Frizz Mizuno, appearing out of nowhere again.
"What are you...doing here?" she said softly.
"I came to see you," he said, bowing. "And when you weren't home, I thought I'd watch the battle. I haven't seen any mech combat since I turned sixteen. Which is very Prettytime of me - I used to love mechs."
Aya returned his bow, trying to imagine Frizz doing anything as face-missing as wearing a warbody Sometimes it was hard to remember he was only a year older than she was.