Luvena hadn’t seen a storm this fierce in ages. The wind had already torn the roofs off a few market stalls. More than once she had to detour through the winding corridors because swaths of vivid cloth, and their support beams were strewn across the path, and she dared not try to pick her way over them when she could hardly see the ground in front of her, or rather the water, which had started to run, and pool in various parts of the city.
It had come on quickly too, the dark clouds rolling inward from the sea. Even in the city, you could hear the crash of waves in the distance. She could just picture the spray that was coming off them. How glad she was that she hadn’t brought the girls out on her errands. Neither were fond of thunder, and getting them back would have been a fuss. Although she wouldn’t have minded having them at her side. With the way the wind was threatening to topple her with every gust. She only hoped Picoro had found somewhere to weather it out.
She hadn’t seen him since the spring. After the portals… the bog. He had left her, and hadn’t come back. She had held on to hope that he would, that he just needed some time to cool off, but as the weeks went by she realized that perhaps this was it.
By the time she had made it to her end of the market, she was soaked to the bone - as were the herbs she had been gathering out by the lake - and shivering, mane pasted to her neck, and tail weighed down behind her. As she turned the corner into her alley, which was mercifully just uphill enough that the water was running away from her clinic, she realized she was not the first one there. Even in this rain Luvena could have spotted those gilded wings from a mile away.
“Isra?”
The words came out a quiet rasp - She never did manage to shake the hoarseness she’d acquired that last winter. It had stuck around, tainting every word. She cleared her throat. “Isra!” she had to shout to be heard over the rolling thunder and rain. The other woman sounded panicked, desperate, as she slammed on the clinic door.
Luvena moved past her, swinging the door open, and stumbling as Yara and Mithra rushed past, quickly huddling together on her bed. “Come in!” she hurried, closing the door behind them. She dropped the sopping wet satchels onto the ground before turning back to Israfel. “Are you alright?” concern had crept into her own voice. She had never seen the mare look so distraught. “Here” still shivering herself she pulled two pelts out from under the dogs, holding one out to Israfel, and wrapping the other around herself “You’re absolutely soaked”
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It had come on quickly too, the dark clouds rolling inward from the sea. Even in the city, you could hear the crash of waves in the distance. She could just picture the spray that was coming off them. How glad she was that she hadn’t brought the girls out on her errands. Neither were fond of thunder, and getting them back would have been a fuss. Although she wouldn’t have minded having them at her side. With the way the wind was threatening to topple her with every gust. She only hoped Picoro had found somewhere to weather it out.
She hadn’t seen him since the spring. After the portals… the bog. He had left her, and hadn’t come back. She had held on to hope that he would, that he just needed some time to cool off, but as the weeks went by she realized that perhaps this was it.
By the time she had made it to her end of the market, she was soaked to the bone - as were the herbs she had been gathering out by the lake - and shivering, mane pasted to her neck, and tail weighed down behind her. As she turned the corner into her alley, which was mercifully just uphill enough that the water was running away from her clinic, she realized she was not the first one there. Even in this rain Luvena could have spotted those gilded wings from a mile away.
“Isra?”
The words came out a quiet rasp - She never did manage to shake the hoarseness she’d acquired that last winter. It had stuck around, tainting every word. She cleared her throat. “Isra!” she had to shout to be heard over the rolling thunder and rain. The other woman sounded panicked, desperate, as she slammed on the clinic door.
Luvena moved past her, swinging the door open, and stumbling as Yara and Mithra rushed past, quickly huddling together on her bed. “Come in!” she hurried, closing the door behind them. She dropped the sopping wet satchels onto the ground before turning back to Israfel. “Are you alright?” concern had crept into her own voice. She had never seen the mare look so distraught. “Here” still shivering herself she pulled two pelts out from under the dogs, holding one out to Israfel, and wrapping the other around herself “You’re absolutely soaked”
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