Phoenix Maplewood Flying in the wind

If she had to rate this place on a scale of studying rocks to carrying a bison skin to the top of a mountain awesome, Clary would take that scale and break it, ‘cause were there even words for how amazing this place was?

She stared skyward with hazel eyes wide and wandering until the endless leaves left her vision scorched and swimming, and even then she lowered her head just to shake the nausea away so she could crane her head up and look again - and that spoke words enough, because Clary hardly ever just stopped to smell the flowers. She preferred to scope out challenge and adventure - always looking for that higher mountain to cross, or that wider river to swim. These woods were hardly a thrill, but dang were they pretty, and she didn’t mind taking her time to wander through the cover of their otherworldly glow.