A Firm Foothold

The ground beneath felt solid and still. I blinked slowly, taking in the quiet space. With a measured shift of my weight, my legs bent, then planted down firmly. I was moving on my own. Standing quietly just ahead were two figures—one wearing a pale nurse cap and the other in a blue visor cap with a small toy camera. Moving cautiously forward, one heavy step at a time, I nudged my horn softly against the soft hem of the blue pant leg beside me. It held steady. Satisfied, I paused right there, low and anchored.