Lion Head Mesa Rules were meant to be pushed and pulled

sounds good!

She whirled when he slipped, but he did not fall thankfully.  In his youth adrenaline sports like this had been his favorite pastime.  Now a tad more seasoned, he had grown a bit more cautious, but no less willing.  He wondered briefly if he could have made this climb without her there.  Likely not, and he was the more glad for her company.  Imagine Finley's face if he'd plummeted to his death a few days before they were to go to war.

The thought sobered a bit, but as he stepped up beside, any thoughts he had left.  It had been a long time since he had been up this high, and it brought back memories.

"What a view," he said, stepping up to look out over the edge.  It wasn't nearly so tall as the mountains, true, but the sharp contrast lent it a magnificent feel.