She stood at the very edge of the escarpment, at that point where her heels were still on the top of the hill but her toes were dangling off the edge, hovering in the air.
It was a long way down.
She closed her eyes and stretched out her arms, imagining that they were covered in feathers, and with one leap could catch an updraft and fly off to…well, anywhere she wanted to go. Just like in the story where the chieftain’s son had grown wings so he could fly to the sun and save his sister from the god who wanted to marry her.
With a desperate sigh, she took a few steps back. One day she knew that dream would see her falling off the edge and tumbling into nothingness.
But it wasn’t today. She hadn’t learned to fly yet.