so many foreign worlds

The waterfall is, without a doubt, one of Effy's favorite places to be on the island. The roar of the water beneath her is thunderous, the mist hanging in the air cool to the touch, anything and everything in the vicinity screaming of not only life, but chaos, the type of force which can't be stopped by anyone. It's a comforting thing, Effy thinks, removing the pressure anyone might feel to affect change on their own. Not that Effy's really felt that pressure in quite some time, but there are occasions when she wonders. Occasions when other people have her feeling as though she ought to care, and to that degree.

Well, they can all go fuck themselves, she thinks today.

The tricky part is making sure that they launch properly off the falls. The rocks underneath their feet are slippery at best, and although it's not impossible to balance with flip-flops as Effy tries now, bare feet are probably the easier answer. Last time, she held her sandals in her hands. Mostly because she needed them for when she walked away.

Most of all, Effy's just glad to have company. With the earth seemingly rumbling beneath the both of them, she turns with a grin towards Molly.

"Ready?"