“Some would say such a storm was a bad omen.” Y’shtola commented as she approached, leaning in the open doorway of the Walking Sands. The rain came down in sheets, thunder bellowed and waves crashed against stone. But Robyn looked to be enjoying herself, sitting on the threshold and watching nature’s fury like it was a show.
“Not here in the desert. Here it is a blessing, all you have to do is weather it and come morning there will be new life all around.”
Y’shtola hummed thoughtfully, and made no move to leave, choosing to stay and watch the rain with the Scion's newest addition.
Eventually, Robyn spoke again, “I remember the first time I saw a storm like this. I was still fairly young and the sound of the pounding rain against the roof scared me so badly I crawled into my mom’s bed.”
Y’shtola was grateful for her good hearing as Robyn spoke so softly she could barely be heard over the storm.
“While she held me, she talked about how whenever a storm worried her, she liked to guess what she would find the next day. Treasures washed ashore, plants blooming for the first time in years, places where lightning struck leaving beautiful works of art by nature’s own hand. It quickly turned into a game of us listing off anything and everything we could think of that we might find—from lizards and rodents to fruit and pirate treasure. Though in our giggling revelry we never came close to guessing what this storm would actually bring.”
Robyn’s smile was soft and sweet, seemingly lost in the memory.
“Early the next morning, one of the fishermen knocked on our door, a bundle of cloth in his arms. A ship had crashed against the rocks nearby in the storm, it appeared the only survivor was the babe in his arms. Milk is a rare thing for people to stock here—hard to keep as it is and cattle in short supply—but he hoped that Mama had some, or at least had some idea how to feed the child. And he was right."
“That was the day my sister became part of our family.” Robyn finally looked up at Y’shtola. “I have to admit, ever since that day I’ve been quite fond of storms.”
“I dare say whoever else was on that ship may disagree with you about how auspicious that storm was,” Y’shtola responded, smiling despite her words.
“Yes, well, I hope they at least can take comfort that all wasn’t lost that night.”
“Where is your family now? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Oh, my mom passed nearly a decade ago and my sister and I were separated during the calamity.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Thanks, I still think she is out there somewhere…perhaps working with you lot will help me find her.”
“In that case, I hope so, too.”
if u were wondering where i've been... well, it's not important. just Struggling w Mental Illness (hyperfixations other than starkid) ....
i'm hoping and praying that with the release of cinderella's castle (SOOO EXCITED) and the fact that i'm in a THEATRE CLASS at my COLLEGE and it's AWESOME !!! my starkid hypfx will magically reappear !! (pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease)
but if ur a fellow Neurodivergent then u know it's hard to force a hypfx but still... wish me luck 😩🙏
St. John has always been very young to me - 15 at most. So now let's all cry as we think about him agreeing to take care of Our Lady until the end of her life.
tradition does state that he was the youngest of the apostles. so if the theory is true that all of them except Peter were under the age of 20, it would not be a leap in logic to believe St. John might have been 13-15 at the time of Christ's crucifixion.
Also adds an even funnier element to the claim in John's gospel that he reached the tomb first. Imagine a spritely 14yro St. John absolutely booking it and leaving old man Peter in the dust.
