Blackfeather Woods if I had a voice, I would sing

the gorge spread out beneath her, the ravine a harsh, jagged scar in the face of the earth. it was further across than she could leap, and below, she could see cave mouths disappearing into black. she wasn't much for the caves. she'd rush through them when pressured by Scylla, willing to trade discomfort for not looking yellow but avoided the dark divots when she could. something seemed to spill from them, something unseen but otherworldly. 

her eyes met another pair. they were in the ravine - more precisely, in one of the caves that dotted its side. unreachable. she held her breath and the stare, pale and listless. she would have missed it entirely, had the eyes not been focused on her. a thrill sparked down her spine, and something dark fell from the cave. a flash of a wing, and then it was gone - she didn't follow the movement, for the eyes remained motionless. if she moved, she knew, the electric moment would snap like an elastic stretched too far.