Ravenshook Cliffs on what wings dare he aspire?

Sugar woke with a gasp, a dull roar in her ears as she struggled to sit upright beneath the deluge of rainwater. There was a sheer drop just a foot away and if she leaned forward a little bit, she could see the roiling waves crashing against the black rocks below. It was the sort of view that inspired awe and fear in equal measure. Sugar's throat clicked as she slowly pushed backward away from the ledge and finally took to her feet.

Where was she and what was she doing here? Beneath the onslaught of cold rain, she walked back through her last memory. She had been walking away from the moors after meeting Erzulie and "Elwood" Valravn there. She had headed east instead of south toward home, though the details were fuzzy from there. Sugar bit her lip.

She'd blacked out before, of course, always during a moment of incredible stress. Still ignoring the lashing rain, she patted herself down and discovered no injuries. Her head felt fine too. Perhaps she'd merely been exhausted from traveling? She had been quite fresh on her feet when departing Frosthawks but, as a medic, she couldn't ignore the possibility, even if it felt a little incredulous.

With another start, Sugar realized the rainy day was giving way to nightfall. Now she was wondering how much time she'd lost. If the hunger that abruptly gnawed at her belly was any indication, she hadn't eaten in... days.

Title from "The Tyger" by William Blake.