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

the rain has not stopped. maybe it has gotten worse? or maybe he is just fed up with it. he remembers enjoying rain very much before he became to the court. the valley had showers just like everything else! but it did not rain and rain for weeks on end, and it did not fill up and flood.

he is surprised the faeries cannot stop it. it must be beyond them to protect their lands from the whims of the weather. unwelcome visitors are much easier to spot. there is not so much you can do to fight the rain, but he is still a bit surprised when the faerie queen calls out for his assistance.

caw does not usually spend much of his time in the dens. he does not like to sleep in tiny enclosed spaces. but they are good to store things, including his herbs, and no sooner has he approached over the rise than he can look down and see everything flooding away – dirt and herbs and meat alike.

he can also see the faerie queen and the faeries she has summoned so far. he does not know either of them, even though they seem to know each other. the greyscale one almost has valiant's colors, but he is not valiant; caw sniffs at him curiously as lumiya speaks, but other than him being faerie, there is nothing else to find.

at this point he is beginning to suspect he will never know all of the people here. maybe that is just how faeries are, with new ones here one moment and old ones gone the next. she had told him he was free to leave, after all! even if he did not quite believe her at the time, and still does not. it is only suitable to be a little suspicious of a faerie. he is trying to put some of what he has been taught into practice.

orlaith has been gone for a very long time, and he has not seen the healer since the ceremony, and they are not here, either, with everything covered in rain. but he is suitably worried about bothering the faerie queen too much about this – he has given her his name, after all – and there are also more important things to help with for now.

caw itches to go rescue his poor herbs from the flood, but the other two have moved for the dens before he can. and vrána can help also! caw turns to her with a gentle wave of his tail.

"téigh leat gach is féidir leat a iompar agus tabhair chugam é! beidh mé ag tochailt," he chirps, and with her gathering what herbs and food she can in talons and beak, follows the faerie queen's directions to begin digging new caches in which to store them.