Wine and Sour Grapes

Jynn stepped softly into the shadowed grove. Oak and maple trees grew tall here but they were overshadowed by the mass of grapevines that grew over and along their branches, filtering the noon sun into a smattering of beams that kissed the emerald grass below. Clumps of purple grapes hung down from the branches here and there and there was a warm, hazy, green glow to the whole grove. Almost like she'd entered a cave of trees except that more light was able to make its way in. It was a lovely and secluded place with no hint of underbrush apart from the carpet of grass.