"Alright," Qippert clasps his hands together, gesturing to the ocean behind him. "Let us try this again. We have all of your Millix here, so we are going to try for another swim. Now," he looks around us, "you remember the key points?"
"Communication," Maris advises, stepping forward, "is all in the mind. If you feel you are about to fall off, tell your Millix to slow down. They are not just your transportation - they are your partner. And as you will recall from yesterday's experience, they are also your protector."
"So we just have to tell them to slow down?" Mae pulls at her fingers.
"Talk to them. Practice talking to them when you are riding," she turns and leaps onto Shaya, her Millix. "Everyone on, please. We have a lot to go over."
Qippert and the others approach their Millix as I head for Lalu on the end. She's the last of the long, periwinkle necks and watches with wide red eyes as I approach the shore. Slowing, I send her my thoughts like yesterday.
Hello again, Lalu.