It's... quiet, and still, and peaceful. That's what tranquil means.

( she says, in a haunted-ass patch of forest and lakes filled with the remnants of something long forgotten. jinx follows along cheerfully, with cinna occasionally mrow-ing a heads up and picking up a long-since discarded item or another for jinx and razor to take. even if she couldn't use her paws like hands anymore, she was still trying to help... absolutely wonderful. )

I kind of like that we got to come here after the snow melted. Snow's the worst.