Dragoncrest Cliffs Caught in the undertow.

Seaflower Respite
Afternoon
Overcast
AW!

Indra sat in the middle of a field of flowers, waiting. It wasn't the same field that she'd come upon after the tanglewood but it was close, and she didn't rightly know what she waited for.
There was a patch of flowers pulled out as deep as the root, and tossed to one side, leaving a bare patch of dirt about the width of her head. She'd begun to compress the soil with her paws when she'd become distracted by an errant thought - maybe a bird winging by in her periphery, she couldn't remember exactly; it felt like her head was empty. More than that, she felt hollow.
She felt this way most days.
Indra could see where the flowers tapered in to the tree line from here. Behind her was the river; due east was the lake; little by little she'd memorized parts of Sapphique so that she could access the necessities without too many eyes upon her. It was comforting to have that knowledge. More importantly, she could keep tabs on the adults; the roja den was not far from here, and that was the most lively of places.
She turned her attention away from her surroundings and focused again on the barren patch, moving to grasp at another cluster. The ripping of the stems was incredibly satisfying. The newest bouquet was tossed aside just like the first, and she began to tamper down the loose soil again.
One more.
Nobody would notice a few bald spots if she was careful.
The altar was almost ready.