The Edge of the World

As everyone knows, I am Verity, guardian of the great northern cliffs. Gathering immense speed across the polished floorboards, I propelled myself toward a towering, woven precipice. I launched into the air, expecting a vast canyon, but struck the steep lip of a dense wool rug. Instead of an elegant leap, I merely bounced twice with a soft thud and rolled backward into an empty porcelain mug that happened to be resting nearby, claiming it as my rightful throne.