[se] climbed right back up the cliff

Noe

If you fail to plan, you plan to fail
Strategy sets the scene for the tale

"It's supposed to be right up - oh."

Noe stopped as she crested a hill, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' as she took in the scene before her. She could tell that the landscape had once been beautiful - flawless, even - but now it was scarred and black, a dark crater left where once flowers and trees might have stood. She glanced over her shoulder at Soleil. "I found it," she announced, a smile on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes. She'd known they were looking for something big, but she hadn't anticipated that it would look so... so... dead.

Maybe she was just being overdramatic. Maybe she just needed a closer look.

So she took a few steps down the hillside, inching closer to the crater. "We should get closer, yeah?" she asked, wavering. On the one hand, getting closer seemed like the more interesting thing to do. But on the other, it also seemed like the more dangerous thing to do. And Noe - logical, engineering-minded Noe - was nothing if not risk-averse. "Or, I dunno - what do you think?"

I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails
And the liquor in our cocktails