This is it! The first of the storms approaching the western islands have arrived. While the storm itself is not terribly foreboding, nonetheless a steady day and night of unrelenting rain has drenched Western Weyr into a soggy mushy bowl and soaking wet ledges.

So far, the weyrfolk have been relatively lucky — almost everyone seems to be staying out of the worst of the weather in their own weyrs or private quarters, or else they're congregating in the Living Caverns to commiserate over cups of hot klah.

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