Sucre had been here once before, but during her initial visit she hadn’t been keen on exploring or trying to remember any landmarks to help her find her way around. At the time she’d been trying to survive, running away from the danger that had scattered her family… She never found out if her family had perished, or if any of them had survived. And now she was getting close to being an adult. Sucre certainly didn’t feel like a brave adult. She was still so tiny, so uncertain, and the world around her was so large…
Pink pads set on cold, slate colored stone. The path up the peak had been full of twists and turns, some parts thinning and breaking off. Rocks tumbled down the mountainside, wind whistled and blew against her small body. The wind was so strong today that it had almost knocked her over the edge, and Sucre had spent much of the cimb after that hugging the cliff face. She wasn’t sure she liked the narrow path… but as she reached the first plateau, which was actually the base of the peak, Sucre paused to catch her breath.
Trees were scattered about among the stone and though she couldn’t see the basin where the water landed she could hear its crash. A soft sigh left her lips. Last time she was here she had met Nugget and Oscar… would she be alone this time?
