A Slender Reach
The wooden surface felt firm beneath my feet. I paused, testing the tension inside my long limbs, and felt them bend with a quiet, deliberate will. Nearby, a curving golden ornament caught the noon light. Leaning forward on tentative legs, I extended my long, wire-like fingers toward its polished rim. My fingertips tapped the cool, smooth metal. It gave a soft, tiny clink. I tilted my head and stayed there, listening.