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I hope she gets her walk along the beach in before it hits - and that the hatches are well and truly battened down, even if she is in a tower rather than a ship. (Although if it's out on a promontory like a lighthouse, it could quite possibly be battered by towering waves driven ashore by those winds!)

What a novel idea to bring the shipping forecast in here. Although I personally found the shipping forecast a little too mindless for my mind to perch on, the irony, that it's warning of hectic weather conditions and yet many people find listening to it relaxing enough to send them to sleep, appeals to me.

And I'm intrigued now to learn what this is a prologue to!

It is more or less the current winter weather around the North Sea (and I hope everyone out there stays safe!). It is not the most placid stretch of ocean even at the best of times. 

Osse is clearly doing his thing here, without much restraint by Uinen. Some of the canonical descriptions of the sea up in Nevrast are pretty formidable, too...

I guess the gale that's headed Edhellos' way is actually the fall of the Falas in the attack after the Nirnaeth! Except that this fic isn't being at all cooperative. That is why the summary and tags are so cagey: I didn't want to put in anything that I might not get around to even hinting at, even by the amnesty deadline. It is also why I posted the prologue, to encourage myself a bit.

There may be some more literal rough weather in the fic, too, though!

Something that tickles me a bit, listening to the radio in bed, is the part where so often the voice goes: "Good, occasionally poor", with such calm conviction. It makes perfect sense for shipping, of course, but gains some kind of larger applicability somehow.

 

Oh my, I like the idea of the weather forecast being a metaphor of what's to come, emotionally as well as materially.

I hope this fic starts playing nicely with you, and if it'll be helpful, I'm very happy to be a sounding board.

The "good, occasionally poor" is just so... yes, it carries a special je ne sais quoi. I know saying things like this can be either a motivator or add pressure, so I hope it's the former: I can just see you entwining that like magic into your fic!

Y'know, there is something almost magical about this!  The slight mundanity of the reporting but it just... you can feel the wind and smell the brine and see the waves crashing over the rocky shores...

It's like Shipping Forecasts: Osse's In A Mood

Are you familiar with the podcast 99% Invisible? He did an episode on this and I was honestly reading this in his voice!  (which is very soothing if you are not familiar)  Now I'm imagining Roman Mars as the voice of Cirdan and I doubt I can be convinced otherwise! 

Thank you!

This is is a bit of a disaster zone (or feels like it, at the moment), as my brain refused to address the prompt fill straightforwardly and started haring off in different directions, including this prologue! If you want to get an idea where this is meant to go, there are some bits of WIP on my Dreamwidth journal under f-lock that might give you an idea... I'm sure it will come together eventually!

I really appreciate the very different tones in each letter. (And the different descriptions of Captain Feinnen, who clearly is an annoyance, at the very least; I hope he gets over his predjuces, or whatever is actually eating him.)

In her letter to her brother-in-law, I love how she starts right off the bat about none of them being fine: that carries a little healing power there, or at least aids in coping.

And I can feel her relief (there's a better word but it's not coming to me) at her freedom to walk the cliffs truly alone, and I can imagine her feeling the sea winds scouring her grief, clearing it out each time it builds up and threatens tears. (She is not idle, but I don't think there are no tears, even if they're only on the inside.)