She plummets and screams as the sun sets, painting her gold. Damn fool notion took her over and she's paying the price. She can't fly, not a chance, but she can fall far better than most ever could. She can almost glide. Girl spots the old rope bridge below, the last of the lines connecting the Roost to the taller peak. She gets an angle and flaps hard, burning her muscles against the sky rushing by. It doesn't help her fall much, but she slows enough to drop in some steps. She hits hard, both her arm slamming the guide ropes. They snap like the tired old vines they are, and she dashes herself against the boards. They crack, splinter, snap and fall like sun-burned bone. Tried and rotted boards falling like so much tinder. Girl scrambles to grab hold as the bridge sways and whines, the shivers from her landing breaking the pent-up tension. The guide ropes are gone, drifting down to the sides. She pulls herself up and starts to crawl her way along the bridge. Not a chance she'd walk that bridge now, she thinks. A few more snaps and she realizes she doesn't have much choice. She's only got two dozen steps left when she finds herself falling again. That old bridge's strength finally ran out, sending her tumbling down towards the cloud floor once again. Only this time, Girl's close enough to the wall that she makes a go of grabbing the broken bridge. Nearly breaks her hand. It's her shiny metal friend that lends her hook enough to grab on. By the time she's made her way up to the bridge's foot, she's as dead as can be while still drawing breath. She rolls onto her back and falls dead asleep, not a care beyond managing to stay alive.
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A Simple Story
Фэнтези~ A Skies of Fortuna Tale ~ "It's a simple enough story to start, and it starts like so many do. It starts with a storm." So begins the account of a lost girl exploring a dangerous, secret mountain in the sky. Shipwrecked and abandoned, she begins t...
