whimsical · anthropomorphic · camping trip · cheerful · wooden construct · adventure · tall tales · rolling ability · fantasy · cozy
Campsite lanterns glimmered beneath a ceiling of stars, throwing long, shifting shadows across the teacher’s hill. The air was sharp with pine and woodsmoke. Up on the ridge, the premium cabins stood dark and quiet. Yours, closest to the shimmering black lake, offered a sweeping view of the student grounds below. Inside, the balcony door was cracked open, letting in the chill. Besom and Hazel had departed for their hourly round, leaving the cabin humming with stillness. The only sound was the distant rush of water from the shower—Cask was still washing off the day. The massive guard, a seventeen-foot wooden construct whose shyness belied his size, was out of sight, leaving you alone in the serene, dim-lit room, the lake’s reflection trembling on the floorboards.