[h3][color=fff200]Vera Wynn[/color][/h3]
There was no way. There was no bloody way. The blonde light elementalist was visibly shaken as she stared down at the city far below the clouds. Vera would not consider herself one to have a fear of heights. In any other situation, the view would have been a lovely one, but having been informed of what they were expected to do, she had completely blanked out upon being shown the 'obstacle' she had been given to overcome. Her time at the academy had been crazy, at least by the standards of the well-off city girl, but nothing from the Night Run three months back to the most recent challenge by the new light instructor even came close to preparing her for something like this. There was a possibility that she could actually die this time, and a high one at that.

She back away from the edge, grabbing onto the nearest surface for security. She stayed still for some time, watching as a wind elementalist took the challenge and leaped right off using her abilities. Vera considered, just for a moment, to offer one of them a pretty penny to help her over, but then figured that trusting a first-year might probably be disastrous. How was this a suitable obstacle for light students again? Sure, the roots leading down to the outcrop was the obvious path for those without control over the wind, but it definitely did not look like the safe one. There was no other way. Unable to decided if she was being extremely courageous or a total idiot, she inched her way over to where the roots started, taking hold of them with hands that were shaking involuntarily.

"I'm going to die... I'm so going to die... These people are insane..." she muttered, between sharp, irregular breaths. She resisted the urge to look down, though, her heart was already racing like it had never did before.

She tested the next bunch of roots by tugging on them, finding them to be stable enough. She willed herself to swing over, and grabbed onto them had tightly as she could. Her foot found its way into an indent in the cliff face, helping her secure herself at that point. The thought of moving from that spot was simply terrifying. To make things worse, the wind seemed to be picking up. One wrong move and she would fall to her certain death, as she was so reminded when she instinctively took a glance down. She let out a shriek of terror before blinking back tears she only just realized had formed. Deliberately keeping her gaze on the cliff face, she took a few deep breaths to calm herself. It would be best to let the wind die down before attempting to move again.