Felltree Marsh Don't you believe it'll break you

Hunt for Larksong Grotto p.1

As Ceres picked her way further and further from Drageda's territory, she couldn't shake the feeling of judgment that lay heavy on her shoulders. With the exception of the dark brown agouti one, her greeters had seemed less than pleased with her in spite of her best behaviour, and she chewed thoughtfully on that as she headed east. She supposed she could understand caution when it came to strangers, though she thought them overly so. What, she wondered, did they have to hide?

She would know soon enough, if she managed to satisfactorily complete her quest. Ceres was getting on but she thought she was quite capable of that, at least. She was completely unfamiliar with these lands, though, as evidenced by having stumbled upon a marsh despite thinking she was backtracking perfectly. Larksong Grotto meant almost nothing to her and did little to orient her on her journey. She would stumble upon it eventually, for a certainty, but would Drageda's swarthy Commander wait that long? She chose not to think on it as she traversed the mess of fallen logs and soaked ground, finding it surprisingly like fields of ice floes back home.

She lifted her yellow eyes to the horizon, spotting the glacier and the mountain to the north. Before that there was another mountain, smaller and squatter and charred black in places. There was a fourth dead ahead. Ceres' destination was somewhere between all these mountains. She redirected her course and hopped to the next fallen log, only to stumble off it into the knee-deep water with a shriek.