Faith’s cloud rode the wind faster than Jay could clamber after her. She zipped up cliffs and over divots. He had to search for shallower paths and leap over trenches in the steepening terrain. Soon Jay lost sight of her, but he continued to trudge up the slopes. Occasionally he glimpsed a pinprick of white against the mountainside, but always lost it when the wind whipped it left and right.
As they climbed the mountain the terrain grew steeper and more rough. They left the fruit trees behind and clambered over boulders, approaching the barren peak. Only one plant grew at this elevation. Nemo had never seen it before.
The bush’s spines were an inch long and barely distinguishable from the slender black leaves. They protected a tangled black ball of fruits. The black ball had thousands of tiny orange legs.
“Think you can get it?” The arm pulled a branch aside. Nemo folded his arms defiantly. “Come on, get it!” The mouth licked its lips. “Yum, yum! Centipedes! Gotta eat centipedes!”