Before long Gela is panting, her eyes bright and wild. She says, "Oh my–" and spins Clarisse around by their tightly gripped hands, so that they can gaze out over everything.
This is what birds must feel like.
The wind is really whipping at her hair now, threatening to undo it from the tie, and it is significantly colder, it's... not very nice, actually. Gela doesn't think she'd like to be up here for much longer. She shouts, "I've never been this high up before! Anywhere!"
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Before long Gela is panting, her eyes bright and wild. She says, "Oh my–" and spins Clarisse around by their tightly gripped hands, so that they can gaze out over everything.
This is what birds must feel like.
The wind is really whipping at her hair now, threatening to undo it from the tie, and it is significantly colder, it's... not very nice, actually. Gela doesn't think she'd like to be up here for much longer. She shouts, "I've never been this high up before! Anywhere!"