Sunset Valley find me in a place among my brethren

surprise! @Faust

The gentle patter of paws on frosty ground, a woman bathed in gold evening light hummed the beginnings of a simple tune to any soul listening. She roved her way betwixt copse and fields, unsure where her legs carried her besides deeper into the winter landscape.

And as the final chorus came, a babbling brook became her guide. Its path cut a dark scar through the snow-white plains and the druid traced its passage upstream to where a spring emerged from the underside of a large boulder. 

Out of place in the flatlands, she wondered how it became. Restarting the melody from the top, her nose brushed against its smooth surface as if to ask its spirit inside.