On a Ledge, Outside Luna Mountain

Gaga and Onua had spent the better part of half an hour looking for a way off of the ledge, and down the side of the mountain. Onua stood from where she'd been looking over the edge, and stated, "It looks like the only way to get down safely is to climb down from the edge furthest from the falls. We've enough rope that we should be able to reach the ground with it, if we're careful."

Gaga took the rope out of his bag, and tossed one end over the side, testing the reach. It fell about half a meter short of the ground, but that was no problem. He tied his end to a boulder that didn't look like it would budge, and tested its hold. It seemed to be holding firm. "I'll go down first, since I weigh more. If it holds my weight, I'm sure it'll hold yours."

Putting his bag on his back, he swung over the cliff's edge and began moving downward hand-over-hand. When he reached the ground about thirty meters below, he tugged the rope to let Onua know that he was done. No sooner had he done so then she swung over the edge and started down herself. He caught her at the bottom, and set her down neatly on her feet. "What do we do about the rope?" He asked her.

"Hmm… We can't just leave it there…" Onua was considering when the taut rope suddenly slackened, then fell down to land at their feet, as though someone had untied it. They looked up, astonished, but didn't see anyone. "Perhaps that's the mountains way of saying goodbye?" suggested Gaga.

"Perhaps." Onua replied, but she looked skeptical, and then she shrugged. "…Oh well, at least we got the rope back." She coiled it neatly, and then put it back in Gaga's bag. After looking at the majestic mountain, they waved farewell and set off for the gypsy caravan.

After they had gone about halfway, a trek of approximately an hour, Onua decided to change the subject, which up to this point had been possible uses for the water. "Gaga-san, when you were pulling me out of the water, I felt a sharp pain, and for a second there I woke up, and I could have sworn you had wings."

"I did. I don't know how or why it happened, but when I thought about losing you, I sprouted wings, claws, and fangs. It was very odd. They reminded me of my cat shape, but they were far larger than they should have been."

"That is odd. I don't know why that happened, but it's a good thing it did. Perhaps the reason they were so large is because you were so much larger than your usual cat shape."

"I suppose so."

"What was it like being a demon cat?"

"Much different from being human. As a human, I see more color in the world, but I can't see moving things as well. Also, I can't fly as a human. It's rather frustrating. There are good points though."

"Like what?"

"Well, for one thing, I feel more alive and aware as a human than I ever did as a demon. Also…If I was still a demon, I'd have had no chance of getting to know you and the rest of your gypsy clan the way I have, and that I would surely have missed." Onua grinned at that.