Here is a wide open space carved in the rock, roughly circular and no more than twenty yards in diameter. The cliffs loom high on every side, providing shelter from wind and weather, but a great opening very far up lets in sunlight and sky. A thin jet of water, perhaps a daughter-stream of the river that pours into Caldron Pool, cascades down the western cliff face and feeds into a deep pool the color and clarity of a well-cut emerald. The ground, except for a ring of vegetation surrounding the pool, is dry and sandy. A single ancient larch tree grows tall near the north wall.
All around, the cliff face is etched and pocked with half-open tunnels and dark holes, entrances to small caves hollowed out years ago by the long work of water on stone. Some are fitted with wooden doors and appear inhabited, but many still yawn empty. Up above, ledges and crevices in the rock provide nesting spaces for eagles and hawks. In the east wall, through a wide crevice like a wound in the stone, the forests of Lantern Waste are just visible.
Caileana enters the basin from the cleft in the east wall.
Glyn lies at the foot of the great larch tree, flopped onto his back with his legs and head stretched out in a decidedly undignified manner. He appears to be gazing up at the stars, although under the tree branches seems like a curious place to do it. Anyone who cared to look closely might notice a lot of deep scratches in the bark of the larch’s trunk.
Caileana lopes into the Basin at an unusually quick pace, almost like she’s running /from/ something. She doesn’t seem to be paying much attention to where she’s going or what’s around her and she’s out of breath.
Glyn, startled at the sudden clamour, rolls and springs to his feet. Under ordinary circumstances, he might appear feral and poised to spring, but he seems to be paying equal attention to scanning the clearing, and inspecting himself for flaws. He relaxes a little on recognizing Caileana, and calls out, “Evening, you!”
Caileana visibly starts at the greeting, turning towards Glyn with wide, startled eyes. She blinks, a measure of control settling over her features before she says, “Oh, Glyn. Didn’t see you there,” in a tone of forced calm.