Hushed Willows Whenever he saw a red flag warning at the beach he grabbed his surfboard

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.