[EVENT] In with the New

[Arcane]

The first of of the extra tithe trains from Tillek have arrived, soon to be followed by offerings from other holds, who had good enough harvests to provide some extra now in exchange for heavy discounts in the coming turns. The first of the ships we requested from Lominsa docked yesterday. While the weyr is thoroughly cleaned, we've been assigned to begin categorizing and recording the deliveries in a clearing a few dragonlengths from the weyr. It hurts to feel so unsafe in our own homes.

[Dragon]

While Amaata didn't mind doing what was ultimately clerical work - she had tidy handwriting, so she had been getting roped into this type of assignment for some time - she didn't particularly like the reason for it. In fact, she was vaguely tempted to ask for a transfer over the whole mess, except - Raev. I know she's my closest friend here, but surely that's not a reason to stay.

Except it was, for some reason. Sighing, Amaata leaned in over a stack of sacks of flour, counting them carefully, inspecting them for any obvious signs of tampering. Kuroth was nearby, observing, and Amaata couldn't decide if his watchful eye was better categorized as "spying" or "supervising."

Both, of course, Amaata love. He was in a good mood for some reason. It couldn't be the weather. Even going into her second winter in High Reaches, Amaata wasn't fully used to the colder clime, and she was eternally grateful for Raev's warning to stock up on furs when she'd first arrived two springs ago.

"All right, this looks good," she told the person actually doing the heavy lifting. "They can be stacked over there." She pointed to the appropriate area with the end of her quill, then neatly jotted down the number of flour sacks, as well as their origin and the date of arrival.