Summer 1096 SR
The patrol had set out at dawn, and with the weather clear, it allowed them a pristine view of the sea from the cliffs. Charlaine gazed out at the light shimmering off the water, her mind wandering.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” said Danica.
Charlaine, startled from her reverie, looked at her companion. “Pardon?”
“The water? With the sun reflecting off of it, it’s easy to see why they call it the Shimmering Sea.”
“I suppose it is.”
Danica laughed. “That’s the most non-committal answer I’ve ever heard. What is it that’s so fixed your attention?”
“I was just thinking about how this spot would make a good lookout.”
“You wouldn’t see much at night.”
“True,” admitted Charlaine, “but there are cliffs here.”
“And?”
“And it seems to me that where there are cliffs, there are
