Looks like a pump, feels like a sneaker

As they rounded the next corner on the narrow path, the trail seemed to stop. Modesty glanced about, this way and that. Sure, there was a really nice view from up here… or there would be if there was sunlight at least. The fireflies bobbed lazily, distant whispers now silenced… or were they. She wasn’t really brave enough to get close to the edge again now, but did lay down and scoot on her belly just a little bit closer to make sure she wasn’t missing something. "Well what was the point of that then? To scare me half to death?" She asked Gil with a smile. If nothing else, at least it was some sort of adventure.