Five canoes rocked back and forth, its weight filled to the brim by people. Together, they traversed smoothly over the blue lake. A magical wind carried them forward, guiding the tightly knit group like goose on water.
"Let's go, Marta! Let's go! Let's go, Marta! Let's go!" Two claps and a chant. Elena smiled, watching her young female friend with her hand outstretched. She smiled and yelped as her canoe suddenly pushed forward. "Wow! I felt that one!"
"Aaaand break!"
With a clap, the wind stopped and Marta hunched over, panting.
"Good work! Amazing, actually! I guess wind is more your element."
"I-it…" Marta swallowed the air, "might just be because of the open air."
"Maybe. Still, you're making progress." Kazi smiled and drew in a steady breath. "My turn."
