Larksong Grotto defuse your private bomb

[size=small]Snuggled deep between the taiga's icy peaks lies Larksong Grotto.  The icy cold that mars the rest of the land seems unable to reach this little forest, for it thrives with green in the warmer months.  In the very center of the land sits a pool of fresh water, ever filled by the rain and melting snow that drips down from the glaciers above.  The grotto is accessible only by a treacherous staircase of steep ledges and outcroppings, traversed only by the bold or foolhardy.  This being the case, the grotto is inhabited mainly by the only only creatures able to safely visit this gem beneath the crags - the songbirds for which the grotto is named.[/size]

For @Týrr and maybe @Citali if you want to do a combo thread!

The rain had not lessened in the hours it took for him to reach this place. He sought it out blindly - his head still pounding, his pulse racing. Tryphon did not know why he abandoned the peak in a time of such great need; he should have been seeking out allies, finding someone to talk to through this ordeal, but instead he ran. He ran and he hid like a scared little boy - but he was scared. The rain seemed to follow him as he roamed eastward.

The sky was dark with the heavy clouds, and the further he roamed the colder it got. It wasn't until Tryphon had sequestered himself in a foreign forest - a tiny cluster of trees really, not much of a forest at all - when he felt himself gain a little more control. Except, just as he felt like he had returned to some form of normalcy, the boy tripped on a hidden ledge and began to stumble his way down. He didn't know where he was going until the flurry of activity ceased, and he crashed his shoulder against the stone wall of a thriving little grotto.

It was sheer luck that kept him on his feet through it all; one of those fluke accidents that could've spelled disaster. The wind howled across the opening to the stone stairway, while the rain dripped and drummed across the surface of a large, overflowing pool. Aside from the constant din on the rain, it was rather.. Pleasant. The throbbing in Tryphon's head was now accompanied by his bruised shoulder and hip from hitting the wall, but without the wind pushing at him from every side, he felt a new calm.

The boy adventured a few more feet in to the grotto, towards the pool of water which was, surprisingly enough, surrounded by the green of summer's bounty. He dipped his head as if to drink from it, but only stared at the reflection - perplexed, and still mightily disoriented.