19.Sep.13, 01:55 AM
Arddra noticed she was getting low on clothing in good shape. Many of her skirts and shirts were starting to wear thin and soon wouldn't even be good enough for doing chores. How she missed the gathers up at Fort, she would be able to buy some good quality cloth to make into new clothing. It was foolish to continue to avoid going north.
A few weyrfolk and a dragonrider or two could easily show up at a big Gather up north and buy supplies without anybody knowing. Arddra considered suggesting such a trip to V'riy next time she talked to him. Or maybe the Weyrleader but she wasn't sure if that would go well with the brownrider.
Heading down into the storage area of the Weyrfolk Hall where all the spare clothing was stored, Arddra moved with increased confidence. Perhaps it was because she had a good friend who was a bronzerider or maybe due to finally coming to terms with being a widow. Her talk with T'lian confirmed what she suspected for many turns but couldn't prove. The chances of her husband being alive were so slim there was no point in her holding out any hope he was. She grieved enough for him and it was time to move on. There was also the thought after three turns of not knowing what happened to her, Fosorcim most likely found himself a new wife. Given the fact she failed to give him any child much less become pregnant, Arddra knew Fosorcim would have been better off with another wife anyway.
She pushed such thoughts from her mind, determined to think only of when she Impressed and the future beyond. The past was just that, the past and there was no way she could change it. Just as she came to this conclusion she entered the clothing store only to nearly trip over somebody sitting on the floor.
"Oh I am terribly sorry I didn't see you there," Arddra said, jumping back to avoid stumbling into the girl. Looking down Arddra realized it was Casa. "Casa! what are you doing here? Are you alright?"