CH 26 — Eisbaer

In those first fretful seconds before the bike took off, Vallens warned her not to look back, not to look at the small mirror mounted on ver handlebars. Why would she even want to, knowing there was a fleet of sharks on their tail? It was easier to close her eyes and further obscure them beneath Vallens’ collar. She did, however, take some joy in the water sluicing around their ankles, and imagined Saffron dodging the waves.

The ground gradually sloped upwards, pelting them with rain and wind as her poor ears popped upon ascension. The makeshift gear kept the worse at bay, but Eisbaer’s shoes retained water, and more filtered through her raincoat. But she’d take a little rain damage to being ripped to pieces by hundreds of hungry sharks.

Vallens sighed as the bike slowed, and for a moment, Eisbaer was startled to feel nothing but air on either side. No water licking her heels, no sharks chomping on them, either.