Weyr Life Drabbles - Prompt word #66: "Rain"
For the fifth time that week, Cloudburst Wing emerged from between into the middle of a heavy downpour. F'ren checked the mist-clad landmarks of eastern Tillek's hills, gauged the prevailing winds, and decided that tomorrow's trivial order from the Weyrleader would most likely send them to Theyf Hold, or maybe the winecrafthall beside it.
Another chance for his wingmen to be soaked to the skin, letting all those petty resentments grow, encouraging the best riders to seek transfers... to think he'd thanked Sh'vek for confirming his promotion!
Well, if nothing else, at least the rain was washing away his illusions.
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