The sailing around the lake felt too short, but they had to come back when the sun was setting.
Looking outside the glass wall of his hotel bedroom toward the dark lake later that night, Zein wondered if it was possible to sail in Althrea's river and moat. He reckoned it was wide enough, although Zein had no clue about the depth.
"You're not getting bored of it, huh?" Bassena chuckled at the guide, who was standing before the wall with a drink in his hand, enjoying his moment before sleep.
"Why would I be?" Zein replied easily, only glancing at the esper through the reflection on the glass.
It took him twenty-seven years to see his first clean, fresh river and lake that could be drunk directly without the need for many filtering machines to get rid of the miasma infused in the water. Zein didn't think he would get bored of staring at them anytime soon.
