The First Stride

Silence. Then, a pulse. My grip tightened. The small three-pronged staff was not frozen after all; it obeyed my fingers. I lifted one foot. A deliberate, momentous step onto the cold flagstone. Tap. A sound of absolute gravity. I advanced to the carved balustrade and tapped the masonry once. Solid stone. It yielded nothing, which was entirely proper. I stood upright, braced against the chill, having firmly established my presence. #theCrochetfriends @amigorumisumi_710