Anaisa froze, petrified as she looked down again. The ground was so very far away. She couldn't make out any details at all, neither mountains nor trees or anything!
"How am I supposed to keep from falling?" She held tightly to Trace's hand. Surely if she clung to him, he wouldn't plummet to the earth below.
"Balance and coordination? Velocity? I'm not entirely sure, to be honest. Are you ready to find out?" He quirked an eyebrow.
"And if I fall?" She peered down.
"I'll catch you," He promised.
"Are you sure?" Anaisa swallowed.
"How much do you trust me?" His answering smile was half-amused, half-serious, but after a moment he let it fade. "If you truly don't want to do this, I can take you to a nice courtyard and throw soup at you instead."
The woman threw him a sharp look. "Is soup going to fly out at me from the clouds?"
