But a Day from Home – Part 2
The dawn was rosy and chill, especially for summer, with the mists rising off the lake and the birds just beginning to stir and sing. But the boat was terrifying.
Well, not the boat itself, because it was just a plain, sturdy rowboat. It bobbed innocently near a pier that extended into the shallows of the lake. The thought of getting into the boat with three big people–four, now that she thought of the ranger who would man the tiller and guide them to the destination Beldrieth had set, a place called the Eavespires–that was what was terrifying. Now that she thought of it, she’d never actually been in a boat herself, per se, but growing up with a family who ran an inn, she spent her evenings working in the Common Room, and her days appropriating the stories that their guests told for her own personal daydreams. So some traveler, somewhere along the line, had told some story of a boat, and Brassica had told herself that it would be a fantastic adventure.