Dragoncrest Cliffs Caught in the undertow.

Of the gifts Indra could remember receiving within her life, each had a purpose. Most of what she had been given was food, some of it was knowledge. Nobody had ever given her flowers before. In her experience everything came at a cost; she did not know how to accept what the girl said or did, but neither did she know how to refuse openly, so Indra was trapped.
For a few seconds Indra stared blankly at the other girl, at the bouquet too, and then to the wreckage of torn and tattered things around her own feet.
Flowers are stupid.
Indra announced this with an emphatic kick to one of her own piles, which happened to then crowed across the flattened earth she had been clearing for her altar.