Ankyra Sound you and me, we got something to lose.

for once in her life, sobeille listened to the voice in the walls.

the first and second ledges were too slick; miette's paws slid from the film-lined surface.

but the third was just workable enough miette found her purchase. aha! she shoved with all her little might, clambering gracelessly over the lip of stone and collapsing in a trickling heap on the hard ground.

oh! she could kiss it! she gathered the pebbly ground into her paws, to exhausted to follow through. with a flop, she turned back to the spectre. 'ow am i to get out?