And so, it was. The sunlight no longer reached them, and they were swept downwards into a semi-opaque greenness wherein their passage was gentle and altogether less threatening. The Maiden released one of his hands and grinned.
“How are you feeling? We are still descending, although you wouldn’t know it.”
“N-no,” came the reply. That was as much as he could manage to say. With his free hand, he touched his face, then his tunic. She knew what he was thinking.
“You’re not wet, are you? Yet you expect to be drenched and drowned – you ‘re neither.”
“This is not possible! A few minutes ago, I was standing on the clifftop, with my feet planted firmly on the ground. You have taken me through the air, over the beach and into the ocean – but I am quite dry!”
“Of course. Can you not learn, Feli
