I've had this in my head for ages - it just didn't make it on paper until now. ;-)
Sorry again for all these little oneshots and the overall lack of writing, but life gets in the way. A lot. Enjoy!
The storms didn't scare her, not anymore.
They had once, when she was a child. They did most children, she supposed – the bangs and crashes would terrify someone with no knowledge of what they were. River, though, had grown used to them, after a time. Now, she relished the way the noise of thunder rid her cell of anything else, and the way the lightning served as a warning to those who tried to challenge the rains. It made her feel so small, but so… normal.
The storms didn't distinguish one from another; they didn't persecute those who did wrong.
Rain, and thunder, and lightning – they did not ask if it was permissible, before they arrived. They did not come striving for convenience, or inconvenience. They came as they wished.
The storms saw her as another little creature on another little planet. There were no arguments over her heritage, or what she had done. The storms did not discriminate based on her race, or looks, or her prison cell number.
The storms simply were.
And she loved them for that.
So? Let me know what you think, please! Are these little stories okay? Or should I stop until I actually have some decent length to something?
Merci!
-Reinette
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