((It's about time for a cliff-diving RP!))
Moira ran.
She ran through narrow tunnels and ducked her way through crowded halls. She emerged into the daylight and hurried over dark, hardened lava rocks, towards the black-sanded beaches. She wove her way through citrus groves and growing fields, negligent of the sugarcane crops whose leaves whipped at her bare calves. She laughed as she went, for no other reason than to express the unabashed joy of the freedom that was hers. Her calloused feet pounded the ground in tune with her racing heart, the world echoing the rhythm with the constant drip, drip, drip of Ista's all too common rain. In that moment, she was not worrying over lessons and chores. There was no anxiety, fear, tension, worry. It all washed away, sluiced off by the sheen of sweat that covered her pale skin.
Moira ran simply because she could run, limitless and unleashed, through the outer edge of the rainforest that surrounded the Weyr, around to the edge where the land dropped off at sharp angles into the ocean. The long stretch of hill that led up to the cliff's edge challenged her muscles as she gripped the damp earth with her toes and pushed herself forward. On occasion the grass stretched out left or right, leading to the narrow ledges of the lower cliff. Ten feet, twenty feet. Child's play.
A few scattered inhabitants dotted the rise as it evened out into a plateau, and Moira ignored one and all as she pushed onward. Her legs ached with the effort of the run, her lungs heaved with the challenge of breathing. In one final burst of energy she planted her foot firmly in the last patch of grass at the edge of the rise, pushed off, and took flight. Her body hurdled over the edge of the cliff, propelled forward by built momentum. She pushed hard with the last energy her legs had in them, desperate to get herself far out enough that she wouldn't risk the shallower parts of the water below. The breeze whipped her sweat-slicked hair about her face, stinging her skin and eyes. Eyes which Moira didn't dare to close until absolutely necessary..
For a long moment, time seemed to stop. She felt untouchable, unreachable, free in a way that one could never feel when held tight by the restraints of gravity. In that moment, Moira felt exhilaration pass through her thin frame in the form of a shudder as she flew for those all-to-few seconds. Five seconds of flight was nowhere near enough, but she would take what she could get. Moira smiled and released a loud, unrestrained laugh as she bent her body in a graceful arc, plummeting towards the water. Toes pointed, arms in line with her body. She knew the drill all too well, at risk of breaking her toes, feet, or possibly her legs should she forget.
The ocean crashed in around her with staggering force, stinging the skin that first came into contact with it. She relished the sudden embrace of the cool water, the way her body slowed, slowed, slowed until her feet touched the bottom. She pushed up, bubbles billowing from her mouth and nose as she gave a victorious shout into the enveloping ocean, the sound ringing clear in the morning air as her head emerged from the water.
Few things in the world ended an exhausting run better than a finale dive off of a one hundred foot cliff.
((Keep in mind that if your character has no experience cliff diving or doing general stupid stunts, there's a pretty good chance they can break something or seriously injure themselves. They probably don't have to worry as much if they're in very good physical shape, but I'd recommend the stick to the lower cliffs otherwise.))
