![]() ![]() All I can think about is what it will feel like to have a shark’s sixth sense. The thirty-foot distance to the ground doesn’t seem so vast anymore. She places a supportive hand on my back, and I relax onto my heels. It’s very selfish of you to make this look easy.Īilesse’s lower lip juts in a humorous pout. It makes me laugh, too, even though mine is self-deprecating. Throaty, full of abandon, and never condescending. She laughs, my favorite sound in the world. I should, because it’s the only thing I’m better at. I’m the better bone carver, a fact Ailesse encourages me to gloat about. He was Ailesse’s first kill, but I was the one who fashioned a piece of his sternum into the pendant she wears. The bone came from an alpine ibex we hunted in the far north last year. I nod at the grace bone that dangles among the small shells and beads on her necklace. ![]() ![]() She doesn’t mind the precarious ledge she’s standing on.Ī true friend would toss me that crescent pendant. The strands whip wildly in the sea breeze as she effortlessly scales the cliff.ĭo you know what a true friend would do? I grab a handhold on the limestone and catch my breath.Īilesse pivots and looks down at me. Her auburn hair gleams poppy red in the morning sunlight. I pant, climbing behind her as she springs from one rock outcropping to the next. At least that’s what Ailesse keeps telling me. ![]()
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