Moonsong Glacier No other matches your scene

”More like apples than crabs,” His laugh was feathery, as though he knew it was a bad joke. ”And smaller than regular apples…Typically darker red, and they grow on trees that flower kind of a pinkish purple in the spring,” He said with a smile that was almost wistful. He wished for Spring- for the blossoming flowers and buzzing bees. Winter left him hungry and cold, but was to be weathered nonetheless. 

”I think they tend to grow further inland,” He concluded. ”I found those ones- which were the last of them- in kind of a forest-y grove, that way.” He said. ”I could take you to them if you really wanted to see for yourself.” he offered.