Scara Brae was a jewel upon the seas, something colorful adrift in so much dark blue that you would have thought that it should have been on a crown instead. The Crown of the queen was so legendary and maybe they got the idea for all the pretty jewels in it from the island itself. Just like Valeena's hair was as golden as the sun, so were the fields that round between the hills and valleys of Scara Brae from the shore to Windlacer peak. They waved and ebbed with the wind, the light breeze that came in from the waters to cool down everyone and everything.
This place was heaven in itself and all that she could think of was that there were too many birds and not enough blood and that she was going to change that the moment she got the chance.
So, there she stood on a street in the city of Scara Brae, holding up her hands to a tree and whistling feebly through the maniacle smile on her face and hoping that the bird will fly down so that she can rip it's wings off.