Larksong Grotto O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord,

It felt like a dream- almost like she was back home, just for a moment. The taiga was frosty and cold, besides the flowers she had seen, it seemed unwelcoming to the Déorwine family. The first, thriving, a lush area she had spotted, brought the sylph to nostalgia. Flashbacks of times of running through their home, and to come back to a loving den.

But it was no more- Célnes needed to remember that.

Though with injuries, she imagined her sister and possibly brother would disapprove of the movement. The steeps and ledges, but she was drawn to continue closer within it's center. She moved with grace and ease, learned and grasped the land itself as she watch the elk do the same.

And finally, she found the center.

A beautiful, clear pool of water.