Hoshor Plains I don't see how

Holland from Nowhere. She smiled a bit, glancing at him as she almost immediately quipped back: Sounds like an interesting place. An interesting place for an interesting man, the thought continued in her head, tail flicking idly behind her as they walked. The hollow was within sight now, close enough that she she could see each individual tree but not that she could see each individual leaf.

It is. You go past the Hollow, through the woods, and you'll be at the edge of the Glen. It can be a bit dark, especially at night, but in the summer and autumn months, it's lit by fireflies, hence the name. While she might have been rambling a bit, her words were calm, collected, and perhaps affectionate in a way. She did so love the Glen, though that might have been because it held a good portion of her family.