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As the snowmelt had come down the river, it had changed the course and fortunes of the Casquette family.

Sabine had been the first to be affected. As the rivers swelled and even changed, her sub level living space had been overcome by water. The floor that led down some stair into a underwater area of peace was no longer the same. Now you couldn't even enter the room because it's entirety was underwater. This has forcefully evicted Sabine out of her living space. She for knew that after the flood waters receded that the entire landscape could be forever channged. Her peaceful little grotto could be washed away. There might not even be a floor to the room she had lived in for years.

Unable to have her privacy or a safe swimming area, Sabine was more than just grumpy. She was stomping around as the rain kept on and the waters surged higher and higher. They'd had a talk last night about what would happen if the water came above her room and started to flood other levels. Everything they put together over the years would be gone, all their careful planning and stores of items. She couldn't stand the thought of starting over again. Everything had finally begun to fall intoplace. The wh-

Sabine heard her name called and wound her way up the stair into the vestibule of the masoleum where she found her sister Bastiannna standing with water powering off her skin in great floods. She watched wordlessly as Bastianna motioned for her to follow her outside.

Bastianna was having the absolute worst day she had possibly had in her entire life. Never had she seen the likes for what waa happening now. It was kind of humerous and also downright....awful. The graveyard they had been tending for years had finally ruptured. The holes in the grounds where the bones or even the caskets lay were bursting open and pushing out everything that had once been in the holes. It was going to be a hell of a mess to clean up. They'd never figure out where all the bones went properly.Not to mention how long it would take for the grounds to dry out for them even to begin. The secrets that had been buried were some of the only ones buried within waterproof of vaulted containers. Only the deepest darkest secrets were buried in the vaults. At leas those graves wouldn't be bursting. The rest of the buried secrets were not fairing as well. Most of the waterproof containers that held them underground had popped to the surface leaving Bastianna to wade out in the water to retrieve the metal containers to hid within the masoluem attic for the time being. If the flood ever got that high, they'd bee in terrible trouble. There wouldn't be anywhere else on the grounds to go or to hide. They'd have to enter into a state of recovery and hope that they could control the damage. But they weren't there quite yet. They had a few more days at least, but they would have to start making plans and deciding things now, just in case.

Marcellus was below the masolueum checking the tunnels and caves for any leaks or fissures. He had found more than he had hoped for (none). There were two places where it looked as though the rock had possibly cracked some. But there was no water coming from those place yet. It had made him stop to think though and start calculating how much water pressure the cave sysstem could endure. There were so many factors it was difficult to give a definative answer. Most ot the cave walls were thick, thick stone that would be nearly impenatrable but there were a few sections where he did not know what lay on the other side of the rock. Was it the river? Was it a hole? Was it a series of cracks and fissures that even now were comprimising the caves they'd relied on? All of their extra supplies were down here and more importantly their route of escape if they needed one. The most concerning areas were teh places where the water had started to leak in. There were two, Neither one seemed to have any fissures or holes, but the water was coming from somewhere and there seemed to be a small puddle building under one of them. If he couldn't find the hole, he had no hope of fixing the leak. And if there was a leak, he might have no chance at fixing the hole. He'd never come across thsi problemin his life. And if the water reached the cave openings and started flowing down....

Kirke was encased safely in her greenhouse. When she'd heard of the terrible snows further north she had beeen concernced. She had along with Lovey's helped started to collect and trade for as many empty bags as she could. She'd hired a cart too and left on a short journey south where she had gone to the beaches or deserts several times. On each short trip, she filled up as many bags as possible with sand then stacked them within the cart to pull home. It was exhausting, soul-sucking work but something in her made her carry on even as it seemed to become spring in her part of the world. She kept going and going and going to new places to trade and new places for sand. Sometimes she even traded for help. When she'd finally started packing the sandbags around her greenhouse she was beyond exhausted but she kept going. She couldn't stop this close to the finish line. Mostly with grit and determination she had struggled to stack the bags five high alll the way around until the place was surrounded. By then the rains had started and the snows had begun melting. She climbed over the bags into her greenhouse with Lovey and stretched out in exhaustion. As the rain came more and more and the water rose higher and higher,Kirke knew that she and Lovey had made the right choice. The rain pattered softly against the pain as exhaustion swept them under and into sleep.