When the rains came on that particular day, Sundance didn't think anything of them beyond how much of a nuisance this poor weather was proving to be. Though his initial concern over the flooding in the lowlands had not been forgotten, it had mostly subsided as the weeks crawled by. The willows, it seemed, were safe - spared by Mother Nature who'd seen fit to strike them over and over again.
He, fortunately, had not been beneath ground when the stream burst its banks and flooded the hollows - but he did happen across the scene as he tore across the sodden terrain to heed the Queen's call. Sundance went there first with the hope of catching up to Eleuthera or Valiant, and a cold terror gripped his tender heart to find yet another link to his past in ruin.
He cried out for Teya, for his sister, for anyone who might be trapped. Striding awkward into the depths until it reached his delicate undersides, the silverwhite aimed to dislodge broken branches that'd congregated at an entrance to the caverns, keen to free the opening should someone require escape. Powder blue eyes looked only briefly for sign of life (or death, he thought with a shudder of discomfort) behind the rubble before he lifted his head and rotated his ears in hope of hearing a familiar voice.
The waters continued to come and, feeling the pull of the current against his limbs, the yearling waded onto higher ground. He wouldn't be able to hear a thing above the sound of the court's new water feature so, with one last frantic sweep of his eyes over the area, Sundance set off at a sprint through the mud.
He felt fire in his lungs on arrival to the Alphess' location, but relief burned stronger as his gaze found the soft cobalt eyes of gentle Teya. It was to her that the druid went first, crooning anxiously as he tentatively reached to touch his nose to her damp cheek so that he might assure himself that she was truly there.
Sundance turned focus on Lumiya following this sweet, tender moment and awaited instruction. She directed the group as well as she could: relocate their stores before they were lost to the flood, and begin work on a new place to shelter. He followed his rusted companion, suddenly desperate not to lose sight of her, and gathered his share of herbs to hold firm between his fangs before they hurried off to locate their new rendezvous.
Izumi was leaning on the side of a nearby den — the driest she could possibly find — and was nestled into a ball attempting to keep herself warm amidst the dingy weather outside. It had been almost a week since joining the Faerie Court with permission of the small she-wolf who ruled over as their queen and things seemed quite decent. The hushed hollows were beautiful, almost as mystical as Lumiya described it to be, and those who walked amongst the Faeries (and even called themselves Faeries) seemed to always be at peace. It was nothing like back at home, where social class and ranks made higher-ups look down on anyone not considered royalty and lower class kissing ass in order to get into royalty's good graces. A different atmosphere such as this gave her comfort.
But you know what would make these hollows ten-times as better? If it wasn't raining almost everyday.
One unfortunate thing that bothered Fujiwara was that the floods were only starting to worsen things — in a much more dreadful looking state than when she first arrived. And when she'd unfurl from her ball to peak out of the den, it almost looked like these lands are due to be submerged in water soon. "God save these lands. I do not wish to sit and allow this place to go into ruins as well..."
The young fae was one of many puttering feet that emerged from the den to help out and gather things quickly before floods became higher. Lumiya gave orders to everyone that stopped by, so she decided to quickly search storage spaces for any supplies they might need. Food was a first that came to mind and when Izumi found the pile where it was stored, she went to work at once — starting off with two small mammal hides that were carried in her maw.
Gathering plants was a bit of a habit for Bridget now. It wasn't something she'd intended to pick up as a trade... but, begrudging or not, an interest had piqued in the old woman's work back in the previous court. Punishment had become a casual study, and it was one that she kept up even here, though she tended to keep it quiet from all but Lumiya.
Now, though, she gathered the harder to find pieces of her collection frantically. She didn't have time for much more than a heavy, inward sigh at the hours wasted to collect the ones she left behind before Bridget was off, moving at a fast clip towards the rest of the pack.
The first thing she noted, to her surprise, was that she wasn't the only one there with a mouthful of plants. Her eyes widened briefly at the sight of Teya, the new face she'd only meet recently, but then the corner of her mouth quirked up in a smile and she rounded to come alongside her. Maybe it wasn't a complete waste, then. If the aim was higher ground, she hoped it was high enough, because she'd never seen this amount of rain before.