Wild as the Wind

Writers: Chelle
Date Posted: 5th February 2016

Characters: Rhosyn
Description: The hurricane is felt at the Weyr.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 4, day 12 of Turn 8
Notes: Control post for hurricane plot

She was deep in the rock and the wind couldn't get her. The dragons were all inside as well, waiting for the storm to rage itself out. Still, it was odd to know all that chaos was going on right outside and there was nothing she could do about it. She wouldn't know what it had done until the next day when it was all over. The livestock had been brought into the beastholds or butchered. The weyrlings were no longer in the barracks but in temporary cots set up for them in some of the empty crafter quarters in the Lower Caverns. It was the same with the candidates. They would take no chances with anyone's safety. There was no watchdragon posted. The harpers weren't at their drums.

The dolphins had spread the word so they had had time to prepare, thankfully. It wasn't something strange to them. River Blufff was a coastal Weyr. Hurricanes were a seasonal occurrence. Sometimes they were bad, sometimes it was an inconvenience. The noise outside, though, was a reminder that they might not always be lucky, though. She bit her lip. Vista Point was a coastal Weyr too. She had known these there. Still, it was different knowing all of these people were her responsibility now. If things were broken, it would be her making the hard decisions to get the Weyr up and running again.

Pulling the wineskin closer, she drank deeply and wiped the red stain from her mouth. For now, she would rest quietly. She could sleep. Sleep was sorely needed and her body groaned from all the torture it had been put through recently. She couldn't stop though. Rhosyn would not let her people down, regardless of what anyone really thought of her. The goldrider was dedicated and would see the job done.

A flash came into her mind of her young nephew. She wondered what he might be doing in Dragonsfall. He would be kept safe. He would be nurtured as a rider, as she was not. **I wonder if I ask Lanniya what she thinks of me would she say I am like the woman I hated.** Her head turned and she wished she could talk to Lenala about these things but that woman still wasn't right. **Will it ever be time? When should I expect her to wake up?** It was disconcerting to see her, not always there. She was walking about though which was a change. **It'll get better when she goes from the loss to the angry stage. She'll want to work then.** It had all been familiar to her-that feeling of loss. When her father had gone, leaving her world torn apart, she had known all those feelings. And then her family had been ripped apart and had never mended. Her sister was proof of that.

Some of the Lower Caverns workers were in the kitchens preparing food and making sure people had meals to distract them. The harpers were playing music and telling stories. The fostermothers were minding the children and playing games with them. Some of the crafters who could work inside were occupied at their tasks elsewhere. Rhosyn herself had asked the headwoman to get some of her drudges to get an accurate inventory on everything. There was no telling what they might need and how much of it quickly after this blew over, anyhow. And it kept them busy. The waiting was what took forever. The waiting was what she hated.

So she did what anyone would do. She slept.

~*~

And then she was woken the next day. Following the hands that had grabbed her, she slowly walked through the corridors to the Bowl. Seeing the light, she blinked a few times before her eyes refocused. Standing there in her gown, she looked out. There was debris everywhere. Some of the beast sheds were topped over. The pens were wrecked. And that was just what she could see. Her hands went to her face and she rubbed her forehead. **So much work to be done.** And then a thought occurred to her. **If it's like this here, what is it like everywhere?** Breakfast first, then they were going to have to send out sweeps. They needed to know.

Turning her back, she headed back into her Weyr and prepared to meet the day with all its trials. It was just something else that she would have to overcome. After so many turns, though, she was sure it would not best her. She would bend, but not break. **Are you allright, dear one?**

}:I am well. I see this:{ Orlaith let Rhosyn share her eyes for a moment. Looking through, she saw the torn up land that Orlaith saw from where she perched on the Star Stones. Wincing, Rhosyn took in the scene before she came back to herself.

**Well at least we won't be hurting for firewood for the numbweed fires.** There were trees down everywhere. Some of the cots had been damaged. Likely, reports of more problems would come in. **I need to speak to the technicians first-the hydroplant.** She remembered Dragonsfall's power failing recently and she couldn't have that.

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