Weyr Life Drabbles - Prompt word #85: "Missing"
On the surface, very little had changed. Rukbat still shone, Thread still fell, babes were born and old uncles still bored anyone in earshot with their tales of the past. Or future, depending on your perspective.
It was the little things that were missing, Mardra decided.
The stallholders at the Gathers didn't know her by sight, and had no idea of her preferences. Dance styles were different, with a faster beat... hemlines lower, the ale weaker. The old nuances of etiquette had been almost totally lost; Mardra couldn't tell who thought who was ruder.
It was all really very discomforting.
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