Dragoncrest Cliffs sometimes, I pray for you at night

He wasn't here — that made sense. That was normal, she told herself as she moved hastily in to the space. It smelled so strongly of Valravn here. It didn't exactly bring a sense of calm to the troubled girl, but she did feel excited in a way that was unique; maybe that was the anxiety over being caught.
She hurried to arrange the flower stalks along the ground.
Some of the buds weren't open yet so those she plucked from the clusters and tossed aside. The open blooms looked bulky but nice here, brilliant and purple. A few petals fell as she moved with too much animus, but these she swept in to decorative piles.
A croak sounded in the trees.
Indra stopped. She looked around her immediate vicinity and then up towards the tree boughs, where something white caught her eye, but she couldn't quite make it out.