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((OOC: Actually, the rules say we can have four. I have one bronze, one brown, and two greens.))

Heading towards the lower caverns, Feather suddenly found herself being assaulted by her trio of flits. "Hey, how were your naps?" The three chirped at her, sending her impressions of warm sunlight and sand. "I'm on my way to find some lunch. Want to join me?" They chirped again, and in moments Ivy and Scout had claimed her shoulders, leaving Ace to accept an extended forearm.

A'nash startled a bit by al the images that were in his head all of a sudden, almost fell of the rock he was sitting on. He could just balance himself in time. He looked around to see who was causing the images, when he saw Oneth he started to laugh. "Hey little fellow, how have you been"

Siella sighed with relief as she finished cleaning up the mess. No-one had showed up, so she considered herself lucky. Glancing at the two greens, she said, "I'm going to go find somebody who knows how to discourage your pranks. And you're going to come with me, so I can keep an eye on you two." Sala & Sali's eyes swirled faster for a moment, then they flew over and perched on Siella's shoulders. Siella left the barracks to find someone who had a green firelizard.

Siella wandered through the halls with her two greens, hoping to find someone else who had a green firelizard.

Ray wrinkles her nose. "Well, if they want to stop losing fields to Thread burrows, they should send out more ground crews; even flying under ideal conditions with a fully populated Weyr, there's always the stray Thread that slips through. As for the weather? They have irrigation ditches, the rivers haven't run dry yet, and most Holds have more than enough people to haul water."

She pauses, a troubled expression crossing her face, "It doesn't help that for some reason, the Queens just aren't producing the clutches they should be; a dozen eggs from Wrath, shards, Fort's senior Queen laid eight in her most recent clutch. Eight!" she repeats herself, shaking her head. "A clutch of eight during a Pass is unheard of! If both happened at the same Weyr, I'd fear water contamination!"

Stopping herself from continuing her tirade, Ray turns her mind to possible solutions beyond complaining about the Holders.

"There are plenty of wild herds in Keroon; the tame ones always have at least dogs with them, usually people. Also, there are flocks of wild wherries along the coast toward Nerat. The older weyrlings, I'll be training them to recognize the Red Butte in the next few days, they can hunt their dragons around there once I'm sure they've memorized the location. The younger weyrlings and dragons of injured riders shouldn't deplete the Weyr's herds too much, and we can send riders out to capture live animals for the Weyr herds."

She sighs. "The green and blue riders could probably ferry the women from the Lower Cavern to places with wild fruit and melons, heck, the Weyrlings can do it once they've mastered between, and that shouldn't be much longer. Shells but it stings the pride that we have to resort to these measures to keep food on the table."

Striding into the lower caverns, L'del felt like he was ten feet tall. They had actually gone between! He hoped they would be able to fight during the next Threadfall, to help wipe the menace from the skies, to be part of the action!

Another thought presented itself to him as he started to sit at one of the tables. They really could go between now-- and he knew the coordinates for his home hold like the back of his hand! Perhaps...

His stomach grumbled at him, putting an end to the thought. I'd probably have to get permission to go, anyhow, he thought as he began filling a plate with food.