Had they died? Genevieve felt him let go. She didn't think so. It smelled...Well, like a grand city on the edge of a waterfall. Heaven probably didn't have a smell, right? How...why? Looking around at the cobblestone and brick, still with morning flog clinging to it, she spotted a paperboy. No, she had never seen anywhere quite like this.
The man on the cogcycle continued forth, wobbling slightly as the voice of a man cut through the fog. Where was who? He didn't have time to turn back, lest he would be late. Most likely lost tourists, still drunk from last night, lucky to have not fallen over the falls in inebriation. He tisk'd.
Genevieve responded, closing her jaw and running to the rail to look over the falls. Mist carried on the wind and dusted her lashes. A laugh bubbled inside of her. This was truly spectacular. Silas's excitement was infectious. She couldn't even help it. She laughed. Genevieve let the sounds gush with the water of the falls, looking from them to Silas with bright eyes.Never,