Elves, dwarves, and humans once walked this land and built on it. For the past eight hundred years, no sapient being has disturbed the ruins.
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.
She doesn't look it, but she's very fast when she wants to be. She ducks under the bird's path.
"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.
She has a much harder time evading it in close quarters like that; its beak takes a chunk out of her arm.
No it doesn't. She's also tougher than she looks, at least when she's expecting mad bird attacks. She ignores it and keeps going.
The tower contains a nest full of big grey eggs. The shrieking bird is very unhappy about being unable to bite her.
Yup. Just eggs.
She departs the tower. Anything else around here?
She's got a lovely view of the ruins. There's an especially big, fancy ruin on the south bank of the river.
Sure. She will explore the big fancy ruin, looking for any surviving flowers anywhere.
On the edge of the ruin is a spacious courtyard, with rings in the walls where horses may once have been tied up. Alternating sections of cracked cobblestone and unpaved dirt suggest a garden, and indeed the overgrown plants here are slightly more flowery than usual. However, the flowers are all local varieties, devoid of any information beyond perhaps "delicious nectar here".
Inside are several rooms; the first one she looks in contains a toad the size of a human.