((a continuance of "The Last of the River Song" by atrickyzergblog
Light mist gave way to a steady rain, as Nynaevve Mandragoran gazed out from the doorway of her humble hut, nestled quaintly in the center of her farm in the Verdant Belt area of Four Winds, Pandaria. BabyCat purred softly, circling between and around Nyn's ankles, as Nyn sipped fresh-brewed Gingseng Tea, from her sea-glass mug.
She smiled down to the soft furball, tickling her bare feet, "This surely is a nice break, sweet Baby", Nyn sighed, reflectively.Â
A soft bubbling sound came from the stove, signaling to Nyn her breakfast of swirling soup was just about ready. As she turned from the doorway, nearly tripping over Baby, Nyn reached to the stove, putting out the flame under the heavy dark iron cook pot. She closed her eyes, taking in the flavorful scents of both the soup and her fresh baked bread, cooling on the table.
Nyn poured herself a bowl of the soup, breaking some bread, which she spread across the top, then nestled back onto her generous-size bed, cradling her bowl; BabyCat right behind her.
"All is right with the world, again,", Nyn murmured as her wolf-dog, Wolfen, padded into the hut, plopping himself next to her, causing Baby to lift up into the air, briefly, coming down with a "hiss". Nyn gave Baby an assuring rub, then gently scratched Wolfen behind his ear. She had found him nearly-starved, along the road to the Silken Fields. "What would I do without you two?"
As if from nowhere, a wall of rain hit the hut, led in by a furious wind. Wolfen bolted from the bed to the doorway in one leap, barking wildly. Baby's back arched up, hair on end, letting out a long, loud cat growl. Nyn rose swiftly, but carefully from the bed, placing her bowl on the nightstand, as she made her way to the doorway, rain pelting in on her nearly sideways. Nyn struggled with the heavy wooden door, usually left open, its hinges groaning from lack of use. Managing to click it shut, Nyn turned back to the stove, the oven still warm, attempting to dry off, her silken sleep-shift thoroughly wet.
"Oh, goodness, I am soaked!", peeling it off, then draping it over a chair-back to dry.
                                    ~~ CRACK ~~
Nyn jumped at the louder-than-usual thunder, her home momentarily illuminated by the lightening's wrath. She bolted to her tiny wardrobe, pulling out her priestly-healing gear, dressing in earnest. Minutes that seemed like hours passed; Nyn, Baby and Wolfen all huddled together on her bed, a ward and shield around them.Â
Rising from her bed, Nyn cautiously made her way to the door, peeking out it's small window.
"Well, for Light's sake, the sun is shining", as she pulled open the door, taking in the destruction left behind by the storm.
Walking down the steps, she glance to the lean-to, her pigs, sheep and yak, all safe within.
"Praise the Light, you all seem okay," she exclaimed, running her hands carefully over each and every one, tails of all sizes wagging at her touch, and soft humming.
Nyn walked over to her flattened crops, sighing softly, but hopeful that some could be saved. As she picked through the tangled windshear cactus, her hand fell upon something caught in the fronds. Nyn carefully parted the stems, pulling out a parchment-like paper, with tiny, spidery letters, and hand-drawn pictures scrawled on it.
Nyn rose, holding up the parchment to the sun's light, noting much of the ink had run and smeared, but most of the message seemed intact, at a quick glance. Nyn carried it up the stairway to her hut, puzzling over where it had come from, and from who, when she caught sight of a lone water strider, standing by the road.
"Now what are you doing so far away from home?", at which the strider quickly hid behind a large boulder.  Anxious to dry the paper out, Nyn went back into her hut, gently placing it on the table, then dragging the table closer to the warmth of the stove. The heat made quick work of drying the parchment, its words and pictures becoming clearer. Nyn squinted a bit to make out the words, when her free hand clutched to her chest.
"Goodness, no!", gasping, "Hsuhan!", she shrieked, hands now shaking uncontrollably, as she struggled to get her comm out from the hidden pocket in her skirt.
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