home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread
The summer seemed to be one rolling storm after another. The reprieve from the rain pounding the ground and trenching up the hills and the wind knocking down branches and leaves to the lightning cracking stumps in half and trying to ignite them but the rain pressed on and the fires never took hold. In the small hours of release where the sun would attempt to break the cover of clouds above. Their attempts were futile as the darkness pressed over the heavens again and filled with water as day turned to night and the sound of rain filled her ears once again.
There is not much cover from the rain in the dusk court. The flatlands are merely just bushes that don’t provide much of anything for protection if you are larger than a mouse. The swamps are a good place for their trees that cluster on some islands between the plateaus of muggy marsh and quicksand. Take an already soaked and rotten turf and add terrestrial downpour and your end up with an even more treacherous area to traverse. Only Yana would know the driest places to bed down but she is as secretive as she is beautifully alluring.
The only place left is near the dusk court building and since this kind of weather is far too thrilling to possibly sleep. Long thick braids and long hair sucked up to her striped skin and weighed down the one side of her neck. The weight felt as if it was cramping the crest and side of her neck. One release from the water was that front part of her horns funneled water from above her eyes to the center of her face so it would flow down from her nose.
Weir decided it would be a good time to look over the collection of herbs she has started within one of the healer’s large chambers in the keep of the dusk court. Weir has stashed some of her secret treasures away that she would bring out again when the time was right. The uses of them are still foreign to her and may be of value to the right person. The light flickered through the entrance as Weir stepped through and saw her sovereign and a dark shining stranger.
Weir caught only the last of the stranger’s questions but choose not to answer because there is much more Weir can learn from listening to her Rannveig’s answer. Weir seamlessly bowed towards Rannveig. Salutations Rannveig. I hope you and keeping warm and well on this delightful stormy evening. Weir expressed a warmth and joy that few others could match, her eyes of roses are soft and kind as they look at the company around her. Weir tucked her head to the stranger next. Greetings I am Weir, a healer here in the dusk court. If you are ever in need I will be there for you but for now, I am happy you are here and out of the cold. As she smiled her head tilted to the side just a little bit.
Weir had been waiting for just a time like this to spend some time with her sovereign. It is not one on one but being a ruler is not some easy and there are many things to do. It is nice to have someone in charge that appears very competent and insightful. This new stranger seems to be in good shape and of good manners, she should adapt to life here easily.
