Nicole tugged Phoebe along up a steep footpath, her hand around her friend’s wrist. The anxiety of getting caught gnawed at Phoebe’s stomach, but Nicole and curiosity drew her ever higher. As the pair reached the top of the bluff they saw the moon shining bright over the sea; light danced on the waves and illuminated the beach below.
“Look!” Nicole said, pointing, “I can see the hotel from here!”
“Ohh, you can!” Phoebe looked out at the modest seaside town. She walked closer to the edge of the bluff, a shock suddenly running through her feet as she peered down. “So high…”
“Are you gonna jump?”
“I don’t know, you go first…”
“Aww, don’t be a baby!”
“I’m not a baby! I just- it looks so much higher from up here!”
“Come on, you were the one who wanted to in the first place!” Nicole chided, her caracal-aspect ears flattening in irritation.
“I don’t think I want to anymore, you go-” but her hands were already on Phoebe’s shoulders.