Difference between revisions of "Logs:Hungry Mouths & Food To Feed Them"

It's too early for the tithes to be coming in and yet, on the tenth day of the tenth month, some of them do, brought in on dragonback by a handful of Iceberg wingriders. Apparently one of the holds in the Nabol area elected to send their harvest directly to the Weyr instead of going through the admittedly chaotic Nabol.

The connection between that produce and a small group of Nabolese youth suddenly taking up residence in the dorms is not an obvious one.

Rather more obvious, however, in the days that follows, is the fact that this is abruptly becoming a more frequent occurrence. For better or for worse, the tithe is coming in... and so are the refugees. How many can the Weyr take? Is this trickle going to become a stream? A torrent? Where does it end?

The various contenders at Nabol might have more to say about it, but they seem to have problems of their own (beyond the obvious): Huelet, Ustelan's eldest son, appears to have died in his sleep at age sixty-six, giving the Blood another funeral to worry about. It's difficult to know how that will go, given recent tensions... but at least it's distracting them all.