The air away from the springs held the usual northern chill. Above was a dense canopy, covered in frost. After wandering around for some time, he finally stopped at another breathtaking sight: the heart tree. It sat in a small clearing, unaffected by the frost despite the lack of a hot water spring nearby. The crimson leaves of the weirwood looked ethereal amongst the surrounding trees crowned with ice. As he neared, Jon felt it. The heart tree thrumming with primal magic.