Dragoncrest Cliffs sometimes, I pray for you at night

I meant to post this on his birthday ehehe

Indra kept tabs on everyone, even though she didn't remember their names or put forth the effort to truly know them.
These wolves were strangers that she refused to trust. The only one worthy of it was @Val, and it was the boy who she sought now, with a hefty bundle of flowers carried alongside.
She knew his favorite places because she'd made them her favorite places. At this point, Indra had been gathering the flowers from the purple field - from building her hidden altar - and this last bundle was the end of it. She'd sequestered bits and pieces wherever she'd found his scent.
This last bulky bouquet was for his sleeping place.