Jade Fern Grove his heart was trapped in a cage

despite that the temperatures still felt like they were holding steady in a warmish region a light snow's been falling since brisbane'd woken from slumber early that morning and made his way across more territories. he wound up in a grove: a flat land with emerald ferns aglow with red and olive colored mosses. it wasn't the grove's shade of greenery that drew him in but rather the tall albeit thin trees standing stalwart, the canopy they've grown together offers some shelter from the light snow. the deeper into the territory that brisbane goes, the poorer the lighting is but he pushes forward, tempted by the aromas of small woodland critters and the promise of a fresh drink as he nears one of the creeks that cut through the grove.