Will you fall for me?

"speech"


The Cliff path was narrow and uncivilized. The winter blanket settled in every which way, leaving minimal room for the path itself. The road snaked around ancient, withering trees that fell prey to the hideous season. There was a beauty to it though - raw and barren - even with the grainy wind, yet amid the cold blizzard that was just getting started no joy was felt. She had anticipated the coldness and the sting of driven snow on her visage, but not the ferocity of the wind and how the light blinded her. It was like walking into a fresh page as the fibres are still being laid down, threatening to make her part of the scenery instead of a person in her own right. All she could do was to bow her crown until her chin touched her chest and keep walking. Though her feet were beginning to freeze and her footsteps were small, she moved forward, stubborn and reckless behaviour could mean her doom. Stepping up onto the sand strewn rock, the wind whipped, howling, pushing her  reptilian body toward the edge and the cliff floor seemingly ten thousand feet below. The water lay upon the cliff floor, passing over minerals and stones - a deep, meandering river fed by a myriad of tributaries.