The road ended and at the same time, on her left, the river that had been hidden through the trees and bushes spilled out of its hiding place onto the beach and into the ocean.
The Rocks of Heracuma loomed above the beach a hundred yards from where the forest met the sand. Large, lantern shaped rocks--nobody knew where they'd come from or how they'd been made and they played host to any number of sea birds. Nisha slipped off her sandals. The gulls cried and swooped far off, but still they sound carried much like the smell of salt from the water.
Near the base of the tallest rock, Hectel'ora, a tiny speck of bodies stood huddled around something. Nisha picked up her sandals and began to run. The sand made it difficult, each step she took pushed sand from beneath her and though she was typically one of the fastest girls on the soccer field, she was considerably slower on the beach.
She was out of breath when she came to the small group at the base of Hectel'ora. Her feet were sore, too, from the hard packed sand that she'd met once off the soft stuff.
Mica watched her approach, but strangely didn't say anything when she arrived.
"He going to climb it now?" panted Nisha.
"Go home," said Mica.
"Will not," panted Nisha. "He said he'd do it and I want to see it done."
There were 6 other boys, all standing, clustered behind Mica. Nisha didn't know their names but she'd seen them around--they were older, and two of them were even white, and one was the kind with the sharp eyes. Mamma always told her that in the cit that might matter, that Nisha's very darkness might even matter, but out here, across the wall, it didn't matter at all and so neither did any sharp eyes.