Bearclaw Valley Este's been losin' sleep.

She thought herself a clever thing.
To anyone that came upon her this was only a stone in the dirt, or some useless dry flower from a useless weed; who would care that they were equidistant, or of some significance to the girl? They were not mind-readers. It was her secret.
Indra did not know she had a visitor. She should have expected eyes upon her always but, being alone for long stretches, she had forgotten. Her eyes were locked upon the largest divot in the center which held no gift at all; she had not yet found anything to place there.
Satisfied, and with the determination of the innocent, she turned -- only to startle upon noticing the eye in the dark. Her body tensed inward, and as swift as Indra's eyes found Merrick's they looked down and away, having lost any fire.