As the two of them continued to walk, they found themselves heading away from the plateau’s center and before long they came up to the lake that Alex had seen from the overlook. It was much larger in person. The water was clear and blue and gave off a cool, soothing vibe as its surface rippled in the light, spring breeze.
Rowan knelt at the bank and placed a hand in the water. “How old is your sister?”
Guessing they would stop here, Alex sat down by the edge of the water. “She’s twelve,” he answered her. “Two years younger than me.”
Rowan continued moving her hand around in the water. “I’m sure she’s lovely.”
Alex shrugged. That was something he had never really taken the time to think about, especially regarding his sister. However, it still made him recall how many years he had spent
