Today was one of those bad days as the Mindhealer would call it. Left to her own devices after lessons were done and, with a clutching on the not so distant horizon, Oreune wasn't exactly in the best of places to be swept into doing chores. The sweltering heat of the kitchens was only complicated by the vicious sun that decorated the daytime hours of Western's summer; if humans were capable of melting then Oreune was already a puddle on the floor.
She wasn't tasked with anything difficult today, perhaps the worker who hauled her in having noticed the expression her face, and so Oreune stood leaning on the broom she should have been using, her gaze vacant as she looked at nothing in particular.
Shards, it was hot out.
Echoes of Pern [Closed]
A Dragonriders of Pern B/C RP
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