Hushed Willows Once more, I climbed up to the bones of Moscow.

For @Aphrodite

He happened across willows at the mountain's foot purely by chance that afternoon, and felt himself drawn to them at once. Artyom meandered through, peering above as icicles glistened on flowing branches like chandelier crystals beneath a cold Winter sun. The land was beautiful and he'd never seen one quite like it, whose unusual foliage seemed to emanate an air of tranquility even with the bitter chill of the season.

He was enraptured, lost in the beauty of this serene territory and lulled by the distant lap of ocean waves against the shore. Artyom wondered if Dawn might appreciate a visit when she felt better, before the arrival of their litter, and thought to bring her before the snows thawed.