You own me like whispers in poetry

He watched her walk the plank above the small gap, slow and steady. Fear didn't keep her rooted, doubt didn't make her sway. She walked slowly and carefully, and when she reached the middle it began to bow. “You'll have to do this part fast, or it'll bow too much and you'll fall. Wylan is in the woods with netting to try and catch your fall, but no guarantee he'll be in the right space. Keep your knees bent, use your tail for balance. Move Ignita, to freeze is to die.” 


He warned her, the absolute bullshit leaking through with the genuine advice. If she fell she would be unlucky if she even got a bruise. But he was trying to sell the bit. She had to believe she was in danger. It had to be real.