Golden Glade Brick by brick.

Towhee jerked awake, her heart pounding and her toes sweating. She looked around but there was no deluge, no flood. She wasn't clinging to @Fennec, both of them drowning. She exhaled shakily and climbed to her feet, trying to suppress the nightmare even as she blinked the grogginess from her eyes and tried to get her bearings.

She had finally made it to the glade the night before and promptly collapsed in the first relatively dry spot she could find. When she had woken from the first bout of nightmares about floodwaters, she'd dragged her sleepy ass to even higher ground in the glade and eventually fallen back to sleep. That's where she was now: on a grassy knoll not far from the neighboring summit.

Somehow, it wasn't raining. This observation made Towhee's heart skip a beat. Suddenly, she was a flurry of motion as she loped downhill and began seeking out someone, anyone, to catch up and exchange news.