Morning all. Welcome to the middle of the week. I somehow feel I have finally gotten a handle on the week. Which of course means that it is almost half over. Still, I feel really good this morning. I hope you are set for a fantastic Wednesday as well. So lets see what a good mood brings out of the prompt shall we? Timers at the ready and off we go.
Oddly enough I think I might be able to blend this with yesterday’s prompt. Either that or come up with a separate fantasy story. I do like this though and whether paired with the other o on its own I think I will return to it. It clearly will need cleaning up and thought, but still, I like it.
Wednesday, January 10th: The rain pattered down in a steady staccato.
The rain pattered down in a steady staccato. It had been falling for three days now and there appeared to be no end in sight. The rain was steady and unrelenting. The clouds massed in the sky just as dark and heavy with moisture as they were when they rolled in off the ocean.
The winter was upon them. The inland kingdoms could talk of snow and the cold winds coming down from the mountain. Here along the coast of the Irenbac sea winter temperatures held just above freezing for most of the day, only dipping lower at night fall. They rarely saw snow but could endure weeks of rain one step warmer than ice during the day. At night the heavy drops would turn to ice and coat the world in a sheen as though the entire world was encased in glass.
Usually, the ice melted by midday and returned to rain, but sometimes the clouds were thick enough not to allow the sun through to melt the ice and they would get layers of ice building thicker and thicker.
Breakers would have to be sent through the town to crack some of the layers off so that there would be no collapse under the increasing weight. Most of the buildings were built of good solid stone. However, there were always some that would succumb to age or previous damage.\
For now the sound was just of rain. The day was waning and what little sun they had was disappearing. Soon the sound of the tapping ice would return. After three days of heavy clouds, he knew that there would be monitoring.
It was the rhythm of life here and something he had gotten used to in his time here. It was not what he grew up with, even though those born to these lands took it in stride. He rarely talked of his home, but he suspected if he did the tales of the tropical waters would seem strange to those here. The fact that the storms of his home came in the hottest parts of the year, the cooling of the world for winter providing a measure of calm and peace for the residents making winter a more care free time would be viewed with astonishment by those he now worked and lived alongside.
It was at times like these, he wondered at the strange twists of fate that brought him to this place. He smiled to himself. The winter months were a time when he found himself drifting to introspection. It was not a side of him that he was used to seeing. However, with so much activity limited, it seemed this was as common to the winters here as the ice in the night.
Typically, he tried to forget about his past. To focus only on the present.
Ten til Midnight 