Leap of Faith

Inspirational picture for a fic-in-progress titled "The Mamas and The Papas." (Edit: the fic has been completed and posted.)

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Janken looked around. He was alone with Wembley on a high pillar of stone, so high that he could not see the floor. Up above the sky ripped with sunset colors. He shrank from the edge of the pillar and looked up at Wembley.

Wembley was smiling. "Don't be afraid. There's no danger, remember?"

Janken looked down. He knew that, but it was hard to believe it when he saw no safe cave walls, no ceiling, no floor, nothing but distance in every direction. He felt tinier than he did when he visited the Gorgs' garden. "What do we do?" he asked.

Wembley held out a hand. Janken took it, and stood up. Wembley picked him up--he was almost too big for this, but that didn't matter here--and said, "Trust me. You'll like this, I promise."

"Okay."

Wembley walked to the edge of the pillar and said, "One, two, three!"

Janken felt him tense, then spring forward.