Broken Antler Fen Absolute zero

She described one near an old stomping ground. Pretty name, he thought when she referred to Sun Mote Copse. Tambourine smiled, glad that she'd experienced a waterfall for herself. He had to huff a laugh at her next statement.

"It'd be hard to prove whose was bigger, since we can't exactly whip them out and all," he pointed out sagely before guessing, "but I'm willing to bet yours didn't fall through a hole into a huge underground grotto, complete with a lagoon?" He arched his eyebrows, wriggling them a little and grinning.

"The best part," he continued without really waiting for an answer, "was how clear the water was. Since the hole was pretty, well, enormous, it let in a lot of light for a subterranean chamber. And the way the sun would beam down and hit that water, it was absolutely breathtaking. I could've lived down there."

Spur hadn't liked it though. She'd complained endlessly about the damp and the dark, despite the giant skylight. Tambourine's expression soured for an instant as he recollected all that, before his smile restored. He refused to let her spoil some of his dearest memories. Maybe if he tried really hard, he might even be able to erase her from them: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.