Nova watched the orange object sway among the hanging roots. Every few moments the wind pushed the strands aside, revealing a little more of the dark ledge behind them. From the waiting shelf, it looked narrow enough to force a grown man sideways against the cliff. The broken station stood below it, while the eastern wall rose another considerable distance into the forest canopy.
Vessa followed his gaze. "You aren't thinking of climbing those roots, are you?"
"I was considering it. Then I remembered what happened to the people who trusted the station's moving stairs." Nova studied the slope to their left. "There has to be a route the old surveyors used to inspect the outside of the wall. They couldn't have built a station and never checked its foundations."
"They might have used ladders that aren't here anymore."
"That's why we're looking instead of jumping."
