Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #1: "Beginnings"
Kylara smiled, her heart filled with wonder. The sun cast blinding reflections off the gently breaking waves, and the sweet smell of redfruit blossom filled the air. This idyllic place was to be their home for the foreseeable future. No fear of thread, and no need to be second best to anyone - everything here would be hers to make the most of, and by Faranth, she'd do exactly that.
But where would she sleep, tonight, her and Prideth? Surely they wouldn't have to stay out here, in the sweltering southern heat, being eaten alive by pestilential bugs.
Kylara frowned.
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