Noctisardor Bypass Nothing's gonna hurt you the way that words do.

The sky was a shimmering silver, and from somewhere she could not see from the ground, flakes of white were falling. It was light but it was plentiful enough to earn Indra's full attention; she walked with her head tilted up and back, first to watch her breath puff out of her mouth and then to watch the snow as it fell, awed by it. 

Her wandering had taken her to a section of Rivenwood she had never seen before (given that she'd seen very little of it, that didn't mean much). Her entire focus was on the snow as it shifted with the wind or collected on the little saplings that she passed, oblivious to the rest of her surroundings.