Dragoncrest Cliffs the red

it was hot, and the long shadow of the sequoias fell in thin streams along the cliff. sobeille traced their edges, mindless until the light laughter of her sister trickled through the air.

she took her time finding shadess, but when she did she saw the girl resting along the lip of the cliff. the wind here was refreshing and cool, carrying the crisp scent of salt.

sobeille drifted close, peering over the edge. do you ever 'ear dem call you, when you stand on de edge?