She rightfully gave the Mystic most of the credit, seeing as it really had been her idea. Gieaun giggled with glee and Scede took on the same impish grin that Jahrra herself had held the day before. “I don’t care if Denaeh is a Mystic or not, she sure has some good ideas,” Scede offered apologetically. He and Gieaun had finally struck up the courage to visit Denaeh. They’d found her strange and eccentric, but like their friend, they’d been impressed and awed by her stories and garden of outlandish plant life. The Black Swamp still frightened them, and although they acted as if they had no more qualms with the Mystic, Jahrra could tell that they still didn’t completely trust her. That didn’t keep them from being appreciative of her offer of help, however. The scheme she’d devised, in their eyes at least, was ingenious. The plan was simple and quite harmless in their opinion: they would construct a model of the lake monster, and they would use it to frighten Eydeth and Ellysian away from Lake Ossar.
