The second Steve decides to actually push, and she lets out a little laugh that's all delight and the barest allowance of breath she can give up, before she's leaning into it. Digging. Going hard, feet pounding. Excusing herself around this last block of people, and chasing him all the way to the top. The last fifteen feet. Ten. Five.
Rounding onto the top with a final burst, pushing into the ground and shoving herself over, until the path flattens and the world spins and she realizes, hey.
They're here.
At the top, the island flows down from the headland, and crashes into the sea, and it drags her to a halt as she reaches it, hands going to her hips, chest heaving. Strands of hair sticking to her forehead and neck, and there's nothing to say but -- "Wow."
Breathless, pulling it from somewhere beyond the harsh sandpaper feel of her lungs right now, but it's amazing up here, the air perfect and clear, the island set like a jewel. Water lapping at white beaches far below, and stretching out, away, far to the horizon that's the first and best limit she knows. The infinite sweep of sea she'll never tire of seeing.
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Date: 2013-01-28 01:53 am (UTC)The second Steve decides to actually push, and she lets out a little laugh that's all delight and the barest allowance of breath she can give up, before she's leaning into it. Digging. Going hard, feet pounding. Excusing herself around this last block of people, and chasing him all the way to the top. The last fifteen feet. Ten. Five.
Rounding onto the top with a final burst, pushing into the ground and shoving herself over, until the path flattens and the world spins and she realizes, hey.
They're here.
At the top, the island flows down from the headland, and crashes into the sea, and it drags her to a halt as she reaches it, hands going to her hips, chest heaving. Strands of hair sticking to her forehead and neck, and there's nothing to say but -- "Wow."
Breathless, pulling it from somewhere beyond the harsh sandpaper feel of her lungs right now, but it's amazing up here, the air perfect and clear, the island set like a jewel. Water lapping at white beaches far below, and stretching out, away, far to the horizon that's the first and best limit she knows. The infinite sweep of sea she'll never tire of seeing.
"What a view."