Ravenshook Cliffs slipping down, down, down

@Lucas

the cliffs frightened him more. all he could remember of this place was his very last conscious moments, after the skirmish at undersea. well, not so conscious. hazy, moving in and out, pain crackling like lightning in his skull and over the wounds that littered his body. the smell of blood and salt clouding everything. one bad step, one stumble, and he was falling down,

down,

down into the sea--

where he had meant to die. but he hadn't. divine intervention.

he now took sober, ginger steps along the edge of the cliffs, eyes peeled for izel. it wasn't a search mission; he wasn't worried about her. she could take care of herself, after all. but he was curious. perhaps departures without goodbyes were her modus operandi.

but she had nursed him back to health. he had to look, right?