Luneshale Pass rhyme dust

I’ll do my best, Meerkat agreed on a laugh.

S’ari backed up a few feet, evidently going for a running start. Although this worried Meerkat—what if she flung herself too wide and hit the far side of the pool?—that was sort of the point. There was something thrilling about taking the risk. Besides, running and jumping did seem more fun than merely jumping.

She moved quickly to the ledge, just in time to see S’ari’s head pop out of the water. Her happy whoop still seemed to be echoing off the stone walls. Meerkat’s lips pulled into a grin.

I give it a nine out of ten! You didn’t yell loud enough, she shouted playfully, her head soon after disappearing.

Shuffling back a few dozen steps, Meerkat planted her feet. She just hoped S’ari had gotten out of the way as she sprang forward, paws slapping the dusty ground. Meerkat felt a rush when her paw hit right at the perfect spot on the edge to leap. Her own cry trilled through the air as she tumbled into the waiting tarn with a reverberating splash.