Cloud Tea by the Lake

Cloud Brook murmured close by. Somewhere beyond water and silver mist, the lake had to be waiting.

At their final stop before the lake, Puschel pours the berry tea with a little too much enthusiasm. A tiny cloud of steam rises, Flauschi saves the leaf cups, and the leaf compass points through the fragrance towards the shore.

Soon everything smelled of berries and warm pastries. Puschel supplied momentum and Flauschi the proper measure; between them, a little muddle became delicious.

Puschel“Cloud Tea by the Lake,” Puschel said, giving their adventure a name. Flauschi smiled. Whatever came next, they would face it side by side.

Then the view opened: Cloud Lake was finally within reach.