Oooh.. I should update some of the wording in my escape-from-Isghard flashback. Its great to have names for these things now! (though maybe they existed already, I just was not aware of them).
And done: That night had been the most frightful of her life; one filled with a full measure of them. Cloak-clad, she carried almost nothing: but all that she would have to start a new life. It was a new moon, the world was dark outside of torchlight. At first the walls had seemed the most insurmountable obstacle, but once they had been scaled, the bridge looked more fearsome yet. That bridge, that lone standing connection to the outside world, bore the fitting name: "The Steps of Faith". Each and every step would require faith, but not of the sort intended. To avoid the watchful gaze of patrolling guards she would soon find herself clinging to the sheer stone face, blasted by howling winter winds. How many others had fallen through the unseeable distance of the Sea of Clouds to their death? How long until she joined them?
And done: That night had been the most frightful of her life; one filled with a full measure of them. Cloak-clad, she carried almost nothing: but all that she would have to start a new life. It was a new moon, the world was dark outside of torchlight. At first the walls had seemed the most insurmountable obstacle, but once they had been scaled, the bridge looked more fearsome yet. That bridge, that lone standing connection to the outside world, bore the fitting name: "The Steps of Faith". Each and every step would require faith, but not of the sort intended. To avoid the watchful gaze of patrolling guards she would soon find herself clinging to the sheer stone face, blasted by howling winter winds. How many others had fallen through the unseeable distance of the Sea of Clouds to their death? How long until she joined them?
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