Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #34: "Not Enough"
"Tithe train's here!"
Dropping her mending, Gorta lifted her skirts and ran into the bowl before the messenger could take a second breath.
She'd an idea of how bad this would be, but this.... There were too few wagons. Not enough food. Even the gasping dray-beasts were too scrawny to feed a weyrling green, and those they had in plenty. What would she tell Nesso? What would the Weyr do?
She dabbed at her tears with her sleeve, oblivious of B'lerion's presence beside her until he sighed, and spoke.
"Time will have to tell. We'll cope, Gorta, don't you worry."
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