Anwyn wanted to celebrate finally getting crutches. Weeks spent cooped up in bed was far too long. But her private celebration of independence arrived at the same time as a crisis for her family. The Tourmaline Dreams, one of her family’s ships, was overdue and coming in during an unseasonal storm.
The Tourmaline’s dramatic arrival revealed secrets that Anwyn hadn’t suspected and opened her eyes to truths that she couldn’t have known. Stormy Arrival is a sweet childhood story exploring just what family and acceptance really means, set in the matriarchal world of Muirin.
By Meyari McFarland
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!”
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