Phantom Hollow why lure us, radiant darkness?

she'd never thought to include the clarity of the air in her description of places, inhaling unconsciously as he mentioned it. it had never been a thought she'd really considered, least of all that there could be such thing as clearer air. he goes on the elaborate on more things than the air, however, and the girl listens raptly as she does, imagining such a place. she would rather like to live on a mountain, she things. 

to his query, she nods. "the wood is split in three—one third old oaks, mostly dark and foggy, one third willow trees, and one third birch trees and open meadows." she informs him, wondering how best to elaborate when, distantly, something shifts in the shadows between the trees. pausing, she glances once at him and then motions toward the sound, auds canted in silent question.