One dot, larger, detached itself from the others and indicated the flare on the end of the landing float.

Outlines began to be darkly discernible, the moon's silver mirror was shivered by lances of gold.

Very soon their journey would be ended.
The paddle dipped more slowly.

Esther sighed, and sat up straighter.
Considering all the trouble they had taken, neither of them seemed overjoyed to be so near the desired haven.
"We are nearly there," said Callandar obviously.
Esther looked backward over their shining wake.

Something precious seemed to be slipping away on those fairy ripples.