59 - The Lin Reports

Weather Watch: Lin report: First Year of Our Current Radiance

The Rain Report

Our watcher, recently despatched to the edge of the world, South Trovi, reports that the winds from the south have begun and the distant clouds are heavier, signalling that the fall rains should be sweeping north in the next week.

Water levels in the Black Canyon are at Hell Season low but stable and congruent with other years, so the water situation has not changed for this year.  Things should blow through as usual.  Our weather watchers will, of course, instantly report should anything change.

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Editor Datrus’ Note:

We here at the Lin centre, Lainz City, are pleased to support our writers from the furthest North Milar down to the tip of South Trovi, from the Eastern badlands edge to the Western Razor Cliffs, keeping all Lin readers informed of things of concern to them.

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SUCCESS!

It seems that the latest crop of chicks, specially chosen, specially treated, from generations of docile birds, will bear fruit at long last!  The birds appear to be domesticable, somewhat like a dog.  For our readers who have never been fortunate enough to have seen a dog, one may look at ferrets and rabbit pigs, for comparison.

The young flock accept their human tenders with friendliness and devotion that make them invaluable.  No longer will we be forced to use a half-wild thing on the end of a chain as a means of motive power or transportation.  Though a donkey or a horse would be exponentially more valuable for the manure they produce that helps the planet become more human friendly, the birds are acclimatized and are easier keepers on harsher territory.

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“Kyrus.” Werfas’s voice was soft.  “You do know that if we do have sex it won’t mean that either of us owes the other anything—“

“—or that either of us owns the other. Yes, I know.”  Kyrus held himself totally still, except for his penis which had an agenda all its own, no matter what his larger head thought.

“Did you mean we should keep, um, sharing warmth?”  In the snug sleep-sack, with icy fingers of desert wind pulling at the edges, sucking heat out of them all around, his voice shook in the dark.

“Um... I... um... Well, I put the bed together, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you feather clot, but I can’t take anything for granted, now, can I?”

Kyrus couldn’t help but giggle.  “You’re so romantic!  You bakon leaving!”

“Um... you oyuck slime?”

By this time they were whisper giggling both.  “You charmer!  Of course I’m going to throw myself into your bed and say ‘take me, you herd-stud!’”

“You wouldn’t say that if you’ve ever seen the size of a warbird’s penis!”

They laughed until their middles were sore and someone already trying to sleep just over the tiny hill of sand grumped at them to be quiet.  That set them off again but they had their hands over each other’s mouths and suddenly Kyrus was very very aware of how Werfas’s bare lips felt on his fingers.  He stopped laughing with a sigh, felt how his breath heated Wer’s fingertips.  Oh.