His hand caught at hers, and she followed his pull while suppressing a nervous giggle at how close they were to being discovered. It made her stomach twist gently with excitement. "Of course I'll follow you," she promised, "but- oh!"<br/><br/>Before she could finish, he leapt the railing, and he seemed for a moment as if he might hover in the air - but then he dropped from sight, and she rushed the step to grasp the thick balustrade with both hands, leaning over to peer down at him. He was unharmed - more than, he looked at ease and proud of himself, and she smiled breathlessly, glancing back over her shoulder at the brightly lit throng, glittering and magical, everything she'd yearned to join in on.<br/><br/>Until she'd met him.<br/><br/>Biting her lip a little, she turned back to the darkness and shifted to slide up onto the rail, swinging her legs over and scooting to the edge. "Ready?" she called down in a sort of whisper - and then, trusting that he was, she gave a small jump and push, plummeting the short drop in a billow of fine skirts.