Stormy Arrival

By Meyari McFarland

Anwyn strained her ears to hear what Doctor Bernice said to Father.

Ages and ages bedridden from her broken ribs and ankle; she couldn't stand staying in bed any longer. Not one more minute.

She didn't care if there was a storm, she wanted to go out to the docks. See the ships.

But she'd only get to if Doctor Bernice would give her crutches at long last.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MDR Publishing
• Release date: Oct 17, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301182541

Meyari McFarland

Meyari McFarland has been telling stories since she was a small child. Her stories range from SF and Fantasy adventures to Romances but they always feature strong characters who do what they think is right no matter what gets in their way. Her series range from Space Opera Romance in the Drath series to Epic Fantasy in the Mages of Tindiere world. Other series include Matriarchies of Muirin, the Clockwork Rift Steampunk mysteries, and the Tales of Unification urban fantasy stories, plus many more. You can find all of her work on MDR Publishing's website at www.MDR-Publishing.com.

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Stormy Arrival

Other Matriarchies of Muirin Stories:

In Reading Order:

The City of the Ladies

Fight Smarter

Hide and Seek

Stormy Arrival

Repair and Rebuild

Storm Over Archaelaos

Facing the Storm

Tea and Knives

Luck of the Dana

Homecoming

Running From The Storm

Delicate Introduction

Following the Beacon

Coming Together

The Solace of Her Clan

Fitting In

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Stormy Arrival

A Matriarchies of Muirin Short Story

Meyari McFarland

MDR Publishing

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This story is dedicated to my father. Gone but never forgotten.

Contents

1. Freedom

2: Worry

3: Crutches

4: Pants

Other Matriarchies of Muirin Stories:

Excerpt: Repair and Rebuild

1. Dry Dock

Afterword

Author Bio

1. Freedom

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Anwyn strained her ears to hear what Doctor Bernice said but she and Father were talking too quietly for her to make it out. All she could hear was the murmur of their voices. The wailing wind under the eaves didn't help. Neither did the rain pounding down on the rooftop. There was no way for her to hear what Doctor Bernice said with the storm raging outside.

Not fair, Anwyn pouted.

She glared around her bunk. The hanging strings of crystals that served as a curtain no longer pleased her. After so long stuck in bed Anwyn just wanted to tear them down and put something else up in their place. Early on, right after Siobhan had broken her ribs and ankle, Anwyn had found their twinkle comforting. They sent rainbows over the walls and ceiling of her bunk.

By now the sparkle and color just annoyed her. She'd wanted to paint star charts on the ceiling of her bunk but Father hadn't let her. He wouldn't let her do anything. Every time Anwyn had tried to find something to keep from being bored out of her mind, Father had stopped her. Even the books he approved of were too heavy for her to hold.

Thank you so much, Father said loudly enough that Anwyn could hear his sigh of relief.

What? Anwyn shouted. What'd she say? Can I get up yet? What?

Annie! Father snapped. His head appeared at the doorway as he leaned in to look at her scoldingly. Be quiet.

But can I get up yet? Anwyn complained, her voice echoing in the little kid's bedroom. Come on, I've been stuck in bed forever!

Doctor Bernice laughed as she came around the corner carrying a pair of crutches that were Anwyn's size. Father snorted and shook his head because Anwyn squealed with delight as if she was Caddie getting new silk thread to embroider with. She flung the blankets aside, shoving the crystal curtain off to the side in the hook designed to hold them out of the way.

For me? Anwyn gasped. For me? For me?

Yes, for you, Doctor Bernice said. She held the crutches away from Anwyn, out of her reach. There are rules, young lady.

Awww, Anwyn groaned.

Doctor Bernice's stern glare was nearly as effective as Mother's so Anwyn sighed and slid her legs around the bed so that