The current runs with red. Here the tides pull strongly against the earth, leaving behind soft, fertile soil. The grass is lush, bending quite pliably beneath the press of a pawprint. It is a valley pure and beautiful, the vegetation lush and the prey plentiful. The perfection of the floodplains is wholesome, with woodchucks scurrying among the purple weeds and dandelions.

As all good things do, beauty fades. The beauty is to be cherished, for it is beautiful – lest it not last forever.

Unfortunately, this area becomes particularly treacherous during the late autumn, when the rain falls steadily and the slow-moving valley streams burst along the banks. The grasses of the plains eventually die, and in their place mud rises and swamplands would flourish. At sight the shore appears to be welcoming rather than treacherous; but one ill-fated step along the banks will leave you a victim of the tide. Rare plateaus and hidden caves along the hillside provide shelter from the rain and water, rocky outcroppings slick with dew.

Even so, the floodplains hold potential to be one of the lovelier places in Cyrileth. When spring comes once again, an odd couple may settle on the hills far from the water. The sun filters down from the sky, unhindered. Here and there ferns lay scattered through the valley, unyielding against the raining season. The winds roll affluently along the grasses; one may find an arc of color in the sky on an overcast day.

Navigate the pass at your own peril.