Cardamon liked the forest.
Not the Forbidden Forest, hell no. He wasn't really a nature-oriented person, but even he knew that it wasn't a good idea to go dicking around deep in the bowels of where any number of horrible creatures could be lurking without any kind of camoflauge or protection. And being made of glass, he had neither. Well, someone could argue that he had camoflauge, given that he technically looked like everything else around him (being transparent and all) but he knew better. Even a stupid animal would be able to see him.
So he liked to sit in the woods, far enough that he wasn't quite visible from the main road or anything near there, but not so deep that animals would be lurking around trying to catch a nice meal. It was just the right amount of solitude, as he sad down in the slightly frozen snow and took out his sketchbook and a flashlight.
It was just past seven pm, but it was already dark.
He wanted to draw some plants that still had wet ice on them, even as they were thawing from their little prison. His shop had been unexpectedly busy, so this was the only time he could come out.
He pulled his knees to his chest and started sketching.
@Nightstripe
