She stood on the ledge and watched the edge of the world dissolve into fire.
It had been a long day, waiting. He did not come. She did not know when he could. Only that he would when he managed to get free.
As she had.
It was their place. Before. It will be their home. Now.
They’d found the small cave down the rock-face when they were still children frolicking in the waves. They’d been rolling with a large piece of driftwood one day when the currents had taken them farther than they’d expected. They’d tried to reverse course but it was futile to fight the sea. It was after reality had set in and they’d began to fret in earnest, that they’d spotted what looked like a black tooth on the jagged cliff. As Merlin tried to point to it, the log rolled, depositing the two of them into the waves and bestowing a farewell knock on Marla’s head. It had gone black behind her eyes after that.
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