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The wind was not favorable. The tide was against them. Clouds told of another storm that would be on them, the headaches and joint pains reported telling of how severe it was going to get.
Laun had a cold cloth over her forehead as she lay on the dirt. The chair she had been in creaked just enough to set off the pain between her eyes. Laying on the dirt and tile of the deck was preferable to even that little noise above the constant surf. She now understood what the headache was, but even the pale yellow concoction that Maddoc gave her had not taken as much edge off as before the last storm pressure change.
A scrape of door frame against the ground made Laun wince. She looked over and saw boots from under the cloth on her head. “Ma’am?”
“More messages?” Laun winced at her own voice, even though the Corporal had to lean down to hear her properly.
“No, Ma’am. Batten orders were just passed. You should probably come inside before the shutters are put in place.” He continued to stand, waiting.
Laun sighed. She had been trying to get some rest in the sun, warming herself as she fended off the pounding at her temples. She held her arm up, her hand open and waited for the man to help her up. He stepped forward, the sand under his boot making enough of a grinding noise to make Laun clench her teeth. »Read More