Sionn started making some progress along the wall and soon found herself over the chasm. It was probably better not to look down. The wall had been dry, but just over the crack it was much more moist, and the tiny footholds and handholds she found were slick and treacherous.<br/><br/>The feeling of actually loosing her grip and falling was almost indiscribable. Like a punch in the gut and the terrible anticipation of the landing. Would she be skewered on some terrible spikes or splattered against some hard rock far below?<br/><br/>But the landing wasn't that hard, although it knocked the wind out of her. Sionn fell against something strange in the darkness. Something warm and shifting. Something that moved against and over her. Something long and slick.<br/><br/>In her confusion it was hard to say what it actually was. It was like...she landed on a big pile of snakes!