Dragoncrest Cliffs flowers and frilly things

The girl is silent a moment before she speaks, hesitant. "I don't know what they're called, but - I'll show you."  They approach the cliffs before long, Dalia leading her cousin through sharp craigs and rocky dips, hunting through the vegetation until she finds what she's looking for. Here, the cliffs dip into a wide and shallow crevice, though which a tiny creek bubbled carelessly. Amongst its tiny banks where the plants that had interested her so, few, small and far between, but existing here all the same. They were pitcher plants, odd little things that smelled of musty green and water.