"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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(a night to remember)
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BACK AT THE PORCH, THE GROUP SPLITS INTO TWO. The raucous crowd at the table is working on second and third rounds. Someone ordered pitchers. From the lawn comes the irregular thunk, ga-thunk, thunk of cornhole. To any outside observer, they're all just a table of college students out for drinks. Not descendants of ancient bloodlines, not healers, or speedsters, or strong women, or warriors. Just kids. AZ has her palm in her jaw as she listens, Pete was it? Who was just starting a story about his father hunting a demon on the Appalachian Trail when Nick and Sel walk out onto the porch.
She observes the way the Kingsmage is taking his job as Nick's personal guard more seriously especially after Wednesday night's attack. It's the first time shes ever seen them arrive somewhere together, or even stand next to each other without fighting. Sel's all dressed in black, as always in contrast to Nick's light attire. The Scion Of Arthur is in a comfortable-looking X-Men tee and a pair of old jeans. Russ jumps up, clapping Nick on the back and shoving a drink into his hand.
AZ looks at her cousin, who's eager to see him and she rolls her eyes. "Go on." Bree looks back at her surprised. "Oh don't give me that look. I've known you forever and I know damn well when you get giddy over some boy." Bree pouts a little bit at that before looking at her in concern.
