As always, I’m sketching as I write. This is one of my current main characters, from this scene:
Primo hunkered on the branch by my side. The vertical spaces of the orchard plummeted away below us, and we gazed down into glistening blue as if trying to find our friend with our minds. The ground was lost to sight this high up, the trees simply fading away into a shifting haze of colour.
‘Where can she be?’ said Primo, a real edge of worry to his voice now.