[se] pushed from the precipice

You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it

When Alys stuffed her hands in her pockets and her wholly companion didn't charge her and attack, the lioness relaxed, too. Letting out the breath she had been holding just after she spoke, Ellyra turned back towards the meteor crash site. "No, not really. I saw the lights from my apartment window, and then I heard some skyboat sailors who were venturing this way and caught a ride with them." Which was totally by chance and a great deal more dangerous than Ellyra realized with the way the Stormbreak lightning storms were raging at the turn of the season.

She stepped a little closer and peered over the edge of the crater, kicking some loose rocks. They tumbled down to the bottom of the basin and settled there. Disappointment rang within the lioness once more. "I'm Ellyra. You from around here?" She asked, though the woman's clothing rang true of a more northern climate.

Ellyra

I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets

Code blatantly stolen from the fantastical, wonderful Odd