A snowy forest path lit up by golden lanterns carved with symbols of the moon and the stars. Fairy lights hung over the trees' lower branches, and a stone trail led to a natural archway in the trees.
Walking through the archway, more fairy lights and lanterns lit the way, while an aisle made of potted white cherry blossoms in full bloom and a simple white runner led to the altar.
A stone platform in the center of a natural grove where the moonlight shone brightest. Unlike the Grove of Remembrance, this place was not entirely sealed off and silent. There was always sound here, the sound of running water.
Lily’s Rest was a magical place for the wolves of Winter. A stream of water that never froze, even in the harshest blizzards. The small rapids were surrounded by mushrooms and lilies of the valley, the flower of every bride in Winter.
