Rumi leaped lightly onto a flat ledge overlooking the rapids, her four amber wings fluttering to stabilize her descent.
Rumi lowered one wing to shield her eyes from the spray and picked out the first landing marker beyond the rapids.
She touched three distinct landing markers along the rocky bluff with her fingertips, feeling the spatial resonance hum beneath her skin.
Her Four-Winged ability, Many Roads, required her to physically touch her path anchors before shifting her mass between them.
She crouched on the boulder, her sharp lynx ears swiveling to track the steady roar of the churning river rapids below.
The gorge was narrow and treacherous, cut deep into limestone bedrock where mist rose like smoke from the roaring flumes.
Along the opposite riverbank, a cable ferry rocked gently against the shore where frightened civilian boatmen huddled.
A narrow shortcut wound through a cleft in the limestone cliff, seemingly offering a direct route to the ferry landing.
