Wow.

She goes into the relatively intact building to look around.

Yeah, a whole lot of stuff has happened to this building and it didn't benefit from most of it. It has a hallway with a few rooms branching off it. Small plants are growing on a lot of the surfaces.

Any stuff left behind?

This room used to be an office, with a metal fountain pen and chipped ceramic inkwell still lying on the floor. The second room she looks in has a strange ceramic tablet, engraved with a bunch of squares and rectangles. The smaller squares have unrecognizable characters on them; the larger rectangles have those characters strung together into unrecognizable words.

There's more to the building over that way, if she wants to keep exploring.

Might as well.

She finds a room that opens onto the river, containing a set of scales and a brass plate engraved with more of the unfamiliar writing. There's also a large, once-grand chamber with about half of a giant chandelier hanging from what remains of the ceiling and a small pressable-looking panel on the wall.

........press?

Some of the bits on the many ends of the chandelier light up! Several others explode! Bits of glass fall on the floor.

Goodness.

She departs the building and takes off and continues along the river, looking for a more inhabited city.

On the other side of this city is a harbor where the river drains into the sea. 

But does anyone live there.

Not in the harbor, no. Just ruins, and then ocean as far as she can see.

Okay. Where are the flowers, she hasn't seen any yet but there should still be some growing wild, anywhere people were living...

There are flowers here! They grow on the vines wrapping around the walls, and on the low plants pushing up between the cobblestones, and on the bushes in what used to be rooms. There are large blue ones that smell nice, and medium-sized red ones dripping with pollen, and clusters of little yellow ones that are all closed right now.

These are not the right flowers.

Maybe they abandoned their civilization when all their flowers died.

It's been a long day. Cayra looks for somewhere to sleep where she will not be rained on.

The room with the big chandelier has most of its ceiling still on, and plenty of floor that doesn't have broken glass on it. A couple of small rodents dart into holes in the walls when she enters.

She doesn't think much of the accommodations. Maybe she should just skip sleep? She debates this internally for a bit, and finally elects to go ahead and lie down, growing a shell around herself so rodents will not trouble her in the night.

Nothing troubles her. The sun rises. It's a clear day, sometime in early spring, cool but not cold.

She gets rid of her shell and takes off, flying along the coast.

A bright red bird larger than her head flies towards her, shrieking.

She doesn't look it, but she's very fast when she wants to be. She ducks under the bird's path.

It turns around and comes at her again.

"What is your problem?" she asks, swatting at it. She's also stronger than she looks; she's not trying to kill the bird but she does mean to knock it off course.

It is knocked off course; it shrieks again, tries to bite her hand, misses, and then circles for a bit, looking as grumpy as a bird can manage.

She isn't planning to ransack this bird's nest but she does spiral a little lower in case there's something genuinely interesting it's trying to chase her from.