Qeya River The gentle ones can't handle me, the rough ones despise me

Sadey chuckled, but continued on her jaunt with him. Slowly, it was quite irksome. However, when she bent her nose to the cool water, she froze. It stung a little. 

That's cold as a witches teat. She growled out, but continued to drink at it. It'd be nice on warm days.

She looked at him and then the flowers. She didn't recognize them, but she bent and did as bade, the latter making her sneeze a little.

What are they? My Jaxon liked flowers, but I don't know these ones.