Seeker stood there stunned for a heartbeat. Then he caught his breath and followed. She seemed so carefree. So alive. And fast—he nearly had to run to keep up.
At the top of the stairway, she stepped on a slick rock—her foot shooting out from under her. She flailed for balance, her arms outstretched. He caught her hand, pulling her upright before she could fall. She gave him a sheepish grin and started to pull away. But he didn’t let go.
Her hand was small in his. Soft as silk. She looked down at their joined hands, glanced away, and giggled. His heart skipped a beat. She was so cute when she did that. He started to let go. Slowly. But she shifted her grip, threading her fingers through his, holding tightly.
Hand in hand, they descended the stairs, each step placed with care. Their hearts beat together, the rhythm pulsing through their joined hands. Down they went. Step by step.
The ravine opened before them. The stream rushed over cascades, winding away until it vanished into the trees. Waterfalls plunged from the mountains, crashing into the stream below, mist rising in cool, drifting clouds. The Stately Palace stood across the water, untouched by time.
It was all stunning. But he saw only her.
The way down was long. But not long enough. He was holding hands with the most beautiful girl—Beautiful.
And in that moment, he wished the stairs would never end.
