What made matters worse was that everywhere he looked, someone was using air. Several were playing some sort of game, tossing hoops of air back and forth. Others were laughing as they blew powerful gusts from their mouths, while some zipped around the camp on currents of air, seemingly racing one another.
In another corner, a group was casually lounging on cushions of air, chatting as though there was nothing unusual about sitting several feet above the ground.
'…Do these people ever stop using air?'
This might be even more difficult than he'd originally thought.
"Josh! Finally got rid of that ridiculous hair, huh? Thank the Endless Breath! You looked like a damn scarecrow!"
"Kuzz! What happened to you, brother? You look like you crawled out of a grave! Come on, where's that handsome smile?"
"Liah! There's my favorite brother-in-law! Speaking of which, has your sister asked about me yet?"
