Larksong Grotto you will only hear these elegant crimes

He didn't answer until they had descended fully, too focused on the task at hand. It was a little tricky, but they were both agile wolves— and luckily, the path down was definitely more treacherous than climbing back up. When they reached the bottom, he paused, sucking in a breath.
It was beautiful here.
I don't know, really, Alarian admitted quietly, glancing back at her with sparkling eyes. But I've seen it a few times— passing through the area. The Governor didn't mention that he had been looking for Lennon, then. He only gestured for Lily to follow him further, eyes gleaming pale gold from the darkness dappling his face now.
The silence in the grotto enchanted him; it seemed so still, so perfect. Even the water barely seemed to ripple. He was careful even now— Alarian was not religious by any means, but it almost felt like a sin to disturb the peaceful scene too much.