Prompts

Halfway down the sinkhole, and the sky is a distant bright circle. The line’s secured around a pillar on the surface, part of the ruins that scatter this land, and Vera knows the knot’s good. She once cobbled together a sailing rig so her wind fysa friend could propel their boat - she’s good with knots. Even so, there’s still that thrill of fear in her veins as she lets out the rope, step by step down the mossy cliff-face. Messing up on a job like this i...