Greatwater Lake Krýo

The waters were cool and they lapped against the shore in a lazy motion. Overhead, the sun cooked all who passed beneath it. The ground was warm with its touch. The trees were scorched, leaves ranging in color from crisp spring green to withered yellow and brown.

Antigone waded into the clearest part of the water. He felt the lake soak into his sunwarmed skin. When he had sunk down enough to drape his body in cold water, a sigh of relief passed through his nose. The dark blue of his eyes traced the mountains in the distance.