On Edge

As Archon continued his journeys in tracking the expanse of the cliff side, he spotted a woman. She was sandy in color, similar to the shores on either sides of the cliff. The wind blew up from the sea, across the cliffs, and down to the lands below, carrying their scents with it. So, the girl was a loner, huh? Archon wasn't one to start conversation, so he continued to walk on the edge.

Archon was only aiming to diverge if he got close enough to the woman that she became uncomfortable enough to retaliate. He was intent on measuring how long the edge of the cliff was. In his mind, the girl could either move or be pushed off.

"Ma'am, I hate to tell you, but I need to keep counting the steps on the edge and as it stands- or as you sit- I am unable to do that until you move."