NATE
All he'd done is follow the rivers, up from the sea. Up and up and up, through the jungles in a trek with no real point, except to simply move. To find a place quiet and alone where he could think. Rivers and streams grew impossible to track after a certain point, terminating in waterfalls, in misty pools, in underground channels, but still Nate wandered, following a vaguely upwards path.
All at once, the jungle opens up into cliffside, a sea of green opening up before him. It takes his breath away, or it would if there was anything there to snatch. Clouds fill the sky, blotting out the sun in a stroke of luck, one that keeps him safe while he explores this strangely bare place.
Nate doesn't think he's stood there long, though he hadn't thought he'd been walking for long either. He wonders quietly if anyone noticed he's missing yet, if he should start heading back. He takes a step closer to the edge of the cliff instead, trying to get a glimpse of the ground below, and finding nothing there.
All at once, the jungle opens up into cliffside, a sea of green opening up before him. It takes his breath away, or it would if there was anything there to snatch. Clouds fill the sky, blotting out the sun in a stroke of luck, one that keeps him safe while he explores this strangely bare place.
Nate doesn't think he's stood there long, though he hadn't thought he'd been walking for long either. He wonders quietly if anyone noticed he's missing yet, if he should start heading back. He takes a step closer to the edge of the cliff instead, trying to get a glimpse of the ground below, and finding nothing there.
Is there an acceptable result?
Do we mean something when we talk?
Do we mean something when we talk?
