SkellieTheRedd's Hibernal Den

Deep below the layers of snow and ice a cavern rests aglow with flora, fauna, and her followers, nearly untouched by dragonkind and the cold above. In it's center glade, a living monument sits adorned with flowers, constricted by vines and leaves, eyes entranced by the gaping hole above her head where snow trickles down like glitter in the sunlight. She sings a haunting song that travels between the trees and through the roots, filling the massive space. A song of broken hearts and calamity...