Cool guys don't look at explosions, even if they're imaginary
Edmund shrugs, glancing at the Leap in concern. "I don't know mummy. Maybe it's scared to fall?" Peering through the mist the child finally notes the rocks at the bottom. Seeing how the water crashes into the stone, an cascading up and into the air with the force of impact. It looks kind of painful to the child. "Maybe it doesn't want to hit the rocks? I'd cri too if I hit rocks like that."
A thought occurs that has a small sound of recognition leaving Edmund. "Is that where the sound is coming from? From the water hitting the rocks?" Was it like a drum in that way? So many questions whirl around in his mind, trying to better understand the world around him.
A thought occurs that has a small sound of recognition leaving Edmund. "Is that where the sound is coming from? From the water hitting the rocks?" Was it like a drum in that way? So many questions whirl around in his mind, trying to better understand the world around him.
EDMUND
