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

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.