[se] a rollercoaster kind of rush

Peekaboo Rise had become one of Alys's favorite places after the war. It was a place she could disappear to and look out over the landscape - a landscape that she hadn't fully appreciated at the time - and practice reading her cards, or spend time away from a family that didn't understand her, or just sit and think. Returning to the Rise now was a matter of nostalgia - and maybe a little bit to introduce Sascha to the places that she remembered fondly about the Hollowed Grounds. Not that the little cub seemed to care. She scampered this way and that, playing with butterflies and grasshoppers and gods only knew what else, oblivious to the view of the labyrinth and the rest of the expanse spread out before her. Alys, on the other hand, sat cross-legged atop the Rise, alternating between looking out over the Grounds and working on, of all things, a kite. She happened to know from her youth that this particular rise was the best for flying kites, and since everyone else seemed to be doing it and having fun, she'd decided that maybe she'd give it a try, too. Just now she was putting the pieces together, preparing a bright and colorful kite that did not fit her aesthetic at all to take to the sky. alys glasse