A Morning [Ezra]

[Dragon]

At least the klah supply was holding out. Amaata had worries stemming from the apparent faltering of the supplies that fed the Weyr, not that she had the slightest clue what to do about them. She was no sort of leader; her greatest talent lay in going on Search with Kuroth.

With a hunk of bread in one hand and a cup of klah in the other, Amaata slipped into a seat at an empty table. She wished she could help - wished she knew how to help. She wished she even knew what the problems were for sure instead of just guessing at them.

Sighing softly, Amaata bit into her breakfast. All she could do was do her best to work in the best interests of the Weyr and it's people.