Sunbeam Lair You give cicadas a bad name

A sort of free for all activity! No rounds or solid posting order (just make sure you don't exceed 3 posts per person when going back and forth). This is to go along with the BWP, and is not at all mandatory. Beware the locusts!
@Noctura @Jolon @Eve @Ezimette @Leo @Sorrel @Lokith @Lunae

In the distance, a soft hum had been heard. She'd thought nothing of it at first, choosing to ignore it and go about the rest of her day as if it'd never been heard. Yet, soon she'd found that it could not be ignored. With each passing minute, the sound grew louder, an uneasy feeling settling into her stomach. The yearling had grown anxious, anticipating that which was coming, but knowing not exactly what she should be preparing for. It felt as if a rock was weighing her down, it's weight increasing constantly and leaving her with hardly any space to breathe. The feeling was unlike any she'd ever felt before, causing panic to rise from beneath her usually docile demeanor. Still, she'd tried to work through it, harvesting some plants here and there and then storing them away for safekeeping, ensuring winds and pest alike could not reach them. It was her normal procedure, wishing not for any unwelcomed guests to steal from their herbal caches. Lingering near to each storage facility grew groupings of pot marigold, regarded highly for it's ability to ward of pests.

Asterr had been extracting leaves from a sapling when the hum had grown especially loud—deafening, almost—and she'd been forced to drop the leaves in favour of investigating. What she'd seen, however, was not something she could have ever prepared for. Not entirely, anyways. For swarming her beloved lair were thousands of locusts, the most hellacious of pests. The threat they posed had been quick to register within her mind, and her head had tilted back as she called out to her tribe. She was summoning them, warning them, insisting that they beware the bugs. It was lucky for them, at least, that their home thrived within a mountain. For while the plant life still attracted the bugs, not as many could manage to successfully infiltrate the lair as they could an open plain. They were not smart enough to target the holes directly, resulting in many ramming into the rocky roof, bouncing off, and either being deterred or dying from the sheer force of the impact. Still, those that did get in wasted no time in beginning their awful work, attacking the plants and causing an all around ruckus.

"Collect as many plants are you can!" she'd called out, words meant for anyone near enough to hear them. "Save the herbs, store them within any openings in the walls that you can find and then cover them!" They needed the plants, all of them. Even if it was only a sample, it would later prove useful when the land could begin thriving once more. They could replant all that was lost, take the time out of their days to live the lives of gardeners and farmers. Asterr was set on doing so, on preserving the life of her home. "Fill any crevices with rocks, dead wood, something..." She needed to take a breath, to settle herself down and then proceed with a rational mind. "We must not allow for these insects to tear us down." The dragoness carried on then, following her own instructions. They would need to find shelter soon, a place where they could all go to wait out the assault. Until then, however, the Draconid would hope that they might salvage enough of species to someday restore that which was bound to be destroyed.