"A lake is a landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature."
In which two cousins go on a journey that will change both of their lives forever.
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"SO NOW THAT WE'RE ALL TOGETHER AGAIN. DO YOU GUYS WANNA GET DINNER TOGETHER?" ALICE WRINKLES HER NOSE. "A girl from my Classics wants to meet up. It's'Italian Night' at Lenoir, whatever that means." After finishing classes for the day, they've been lounging on their beds, phones in hand.
AZ didn't have the energy to be in her room alone and hung out with the other two for the time being. She was lounging on Brees bed facing her on one side, her phone dangling from her hand, Bree was on the other. All during that time she had tried to keep her mind off the truths she learned today.
"Oh! And Z you can ask your roommate too if she would like to join!" Her childhood friend offered. "Bree and I haven't met her yet, I realized."
"Hmm I can text her and ask." AZ mumbles lost in thought on her phone. There was so much she wanted to process but she needed to pin down the facts. Her mother who she had known up until she was six, was a powerful root crafter, that's how Patricia had put it. And obviously she was skilled. What got AZ was that it was generational so of course her mother learned from her grandmother.
