They'd taken their time climbing the rest of the Way and Tal had sprung for lunch at a little cafe Soh had recommended. Rested and refreshed from their training, he followed his friend to the edge of the city and the sheer cliffs that fell away beneath the floating island in the sky. The area wasn't entirely unfamiliar to him; the skyport was located nearby and he was probably more comfortable with that than anywhere else in Stormbreak, but now they were going down instead of up, hopping over a precarious path that led between pillars of stone and fell away in breathtaking drops to the ocean far below.
They'd heard it before they saw it: the moaning, sighing, singing wind that never ceased this high up, stroking the whale-kissed stones to their haunting music. Tal shivered and rubbed his hands over his arms with a grimace of distaste as he hunted for one that was at a convenient height for his purposes. "I never get used t'these things," he admitted toSohalia as Boreal flew contentedly nearby, playing in the updrafts and cross breezes that blew threw the Falling. "Every time I come, it's like listenin' to a skeleton plinkin' a jig on my spine with icicles for mallets! How d'you stand it?"
They'd heard it before they saw it: the moaning, sighing, singing wind that never ceased this high up, stroking the whale-kissed stones to their haunting music. Tal shivered and rubbed his hands over his arms with a grimace of distaste as he hunted for one that was at a convenient height for his purposes. "I never get used t'these things," he admitted to
