Larksong Grotto She is frequently kind

Her tour took her from the tangle and toward the peak that lay between the Glacier and the ocean. She saw the spot of evergreen nestled in the mountain's ridges, and was drawn toward it out of curiosity. Hardwood trees stood bare of leaves, but the evergreens brought colour to the area which was otherwise either covered with snow, or drab grey from stone. When she followed the decline, she found herself peering down into what appeared almost like a sunken lake. 

It was glacier blue, and she could smell just how fresh the water was. Something about the scent of snowmelt always made her feel calm. It appeared even more vibrant in the daylight, on a day such as this where the sun shone bright and the sky was blue. Wondering how she might get down to taste some of the water herself, she began to traipse along the edge of the crater, trying to suss out a safe way to pick her way down to the grotto.