Dragoncrest Cliffs came home to a burnt out room

Indra hadn't returned to the altar since her prayer had been interrupted. She was cagey at the best of times; avoidant in the daylight hours, especially of the adults, and crept across the cliffs at night.

She'd tried not to think of the raven who had spoken to her, or the bear, but not thinking about something with that much intent only made the opposite happen. The girl had begun to have worsening nightmares.

Down in a black pit, some nights.

More recently she'd woken up from a running dream where the stars snuffed out, one by one, as she'd reach the edge and begin to scratch and climb the walls; legs churning so hard that she'd kicked herself awake, irritating the scabbed wounds to her legs.

So, she roamed, wired by fear and unsure of where (or to whom) to turn.