Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #70: "Storm"
Impression had been but a momentary pause in the whirlwind of the day's events, Lessa realised.
Feeding her hungry queen was little different to feeding Ruath's old wher, but the bonding of mind to mind had left her off-balance. While Ramoth slept in the weyr that was apparently theirs, she was given no chance to adjust, and instead dragged off to meet and greet and eat once more. A cacophony of unfamiliarity filled the cavern, threatening to overwhelm her...
No, that wouldn't do at all.
She was Ruathan, of the Blood!
She was the calm in eye of the storm.
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