"Threadfall"
Kayla squished her fingers into the dough she was kneading, struggling not to think of the Thread falling outside, beyond the shuttered windows. Her tension eased as her ears caught the sounds of instruments tuning. There were far worse places to work than the kitchens of Harper Hall.
Many voices began to sing, reaching the kitchen in gentle swells. Other voices, eerie croons that were not human, joined them, creating a pleasant counterpoint. Those must be the firelizards that belonged to that new girl Menolly, Kayla thought, closing her eyes to fully absorb the music.
She forgot about Threadfall.
Tess, thank you so much for the encouragement! I didn't plan on writing a hundred of these and most likely won't, unless I get hit with a huge burst of inspiration! :-)