Loraven couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Loraven!?" Selvin called to her, confusion swallowing down the panic. She found it amusing and slightly warming that he cared so much to try and stop her from jumping.
Anyone else in this palace would watch, arch an eyebrow and turn around to inform her parents she'd died.
"I am fine, Selvin." She called up to him. "There is a vine. If you want to follow, wrap it around your leg and climb down."
Loraven was used to sliding down it, almost freefalling until her hand would grab it tightly, and she'd jump into the small rocky cave below the palace. There was more room here than the ledge, but only enough to pace five steps and back to the edge. It was a spot she loved to go to.
The first time she found this little cave, Loraven had been pushed by her younger sibling, one that wanted to take on the throne next. They didn't expect her to survive such a fall, and now they were no longer breathing.
