Post by Jay Kitten on Oct 7, 2011 22:29:35 GMT -8
Late night. The beginning of autumn for the North, the perfect time for a cold front. Temperatures shift, the snows become thicker in the far North, and soon the cold air circulates, generated from space cooling the top of the planet's pole due to the recession of Rukbat's gaze. Nights grew longer, and soon glows were needed more often around the Weyrs of the North.
But this cold front, that was the real problem. Partners with summer, supplied by winter, it slowly marched southward, with an intricate plan to win the heart of it's closest friend, the late summer warm front of the Southern half of Pern. A love had been growing, and as they joined in union, mother nature rejoiced. The air rushed, whirling over a pool of navy blue as vast as any of the great Continents, churning the audience of the ocean's waves into an applause so great it rang out for miles. Furious was this thunderous cacophony, it grew so loud that soon the winds cheered as well, professing the love of the warm and cold to one another. Rukbat above celebrated with them, pouring his light into the eye of their wedding. The seas heated, and the world spun.
Clouds grew, the water evaporating quickly and being pulled with the wind as it blew furiously, tearing the sails of two ships on it's edge and throwing their unfortunate souls to the water. But this graceful harmony knew nothing of casualty, it merely sought to express itself in the most wondrous of ways. Rolling the waves as it began to slide, guided by the sun's rays high above, blue filtering through the deep purple sky. The day progressed, and with it, came a terrible storm.
The winds give birth to a son. His body absorbs the winds, and the oceans, and creates rain, showering the sea as his toes touch sand. Crawling, he begins to cry, weeping over the soil as the signs of his coming begin. Soon, his emotions are velt vibrating the air, and a whole minor Hold is swallowed by his wrath. The hurricane spins, floods a nearby mountain reservoir, which floods it's small cave system, drowning many. It cared not for their lives, and continued onward.
High Reaches felt the grasp of his infant fingers as they brushed it's mountains, blowing things with roaring winds and pouring water over their land. Fort bore the brunt of his childish assault. Trees and bushes stood no chance against this tyrant baby, it swallowed the lands, shutters held back great rocks however many will be trapped. The eye passed, the sounds of thunder and stones impacting the large metal doors subside. The Harper Hall loses the most, whole stores of instruments are ruined.
And North he would travel now... He was no longer a child, and was now a young adult. Would he turn his spite on to Ice Stone? Word comes in, Hurricane Jay is here.
Will Ice Stone prepare for it? It may not even hit... It might just blow right over. Some Riders start stockpiling provisions, it isn't often that a hurricane reaches too far North, but Pern's smaller surface allowed it to happen when particularly large storms arrived... And this certainly was one.
But this cold front, that was the real problem. Partners with summer, supplied by winter, it slowly marched southward, with an intricate plan to win the heart of it's closest friend, the late summer warm front of the Southern half of Pern. A love had been growing, and as they joined in union, mother nature rejoiced. The air rushed, whirling over a pool of navy blue as vast as any of the great Continents, churning the audience of the ocean's waves into an applause so great it rang out for miles. Furious was this thunderous cacophony, it grew so loud that soon the winds cheered as well, professing the love of the warm and cold to one another. Rukbat above celebrated with them, pouring his light into the eye of their wedding. The seas heated, and the world spun.
Clouds grew, the water evaporating quickly and being pulled with the wind as it blew furiously, tearing the sails of two ships on it's edge and throwing their unfortunate souls to the water. But this graceful harmony knew nothing of casualty, it merely sought to express itself in the most wondrous of ways. Rolling the waves as it began to slide, guided by the sun's rays high above, blue filtering through the deep purple sky. The day progressed, and with it, came a terrible storm.
The winds give birth to a son. His body absorbs the winds, and the oceans, and creates rain, showering the sea as his toes touch sand. Crawling, he begins to cry, weeping over the soil as the signs of his coming begin. Soon, his emotions are velt vibrating the air, and a whole minor Hold is swallowed by his wrath. The hurricane spins, floods a nearby mountain reservoir, which floods it's small cave system, drowning many. It cared not for their lives, and continued onward.
High Reaches felt the grasp of his infant fingers as they brushed it's mountains, blowing things with roaring winds and pouring water over their land. Fort bore the brunt of his childish assault. Trees and bushes stood no chance against this tyrant baby, it swallowed the lands, shutters held back great rocks however many will be trapped. The eye passed, the sounds of thunder and stones impacting the large metal doors subside. The Harper Hall loses the most, whole stores of instruments are ruined.
And North he would travel now... He was no longer a child, and was now a young adult. Would he turn his spite on to Ice Stone? Word comes in, Hurricane Jay is here.
Will Ice Stone prepare for it? It may not even hit... It might just blow right over. Some Riders start stockpiling provisions, it isn't often that a hurricane reaches too far North, but Pern's smaller surface allowed it to happen when particularly large storms arrived... And this certainly was one.