BTW this story is really bad don't judge me

Clay stepped off his stalagmite and stretched his tired wings. He almost stepped on something, and bent down to pick it up. It was a bunch of red flowers and a pretty rock, with jewels incrusted in it. 'Love, Peril' read the letters carved into the rock. He knew he had to hide the gift, or he would never hear the end of it from Tsunami, Glory, Starflight and Sunny. Tsunami always gave him sharp looks he didn't understand when Peril said things he also didn't understand.
He never knew Peril actually liked him more than a friend. He wanted to see Peril. He hoped she would come soon. Clay patiently waited by the door.