Video.
I've been thinking.
[ Arthur's got his Forge on the table, hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling of his rooms in Patrol Headquarters. But he lifts his head to look at the Forge, lifting an eyebrow as if to antipate the commentary some people might have regarding that statement alone. ]
I've been thinking about starting a little organization. Nothing political - we've quite enough of that lately - just an idea I had, to supplement our food over winter.
I'd like to get together a group of those who can hunt game, or are extremely good at foraging for food in Anatole. Roots or fruit or seaweed... anything that doesn't need the Greenhouses. Because I know not everyone arrives here with the ability to take care of themselves.
[ He certainly didn't. ]
So, much like there is with the Patrol, there would be allocated shifts. And someone with ability would partner someone without to teach them how to gather their own food. The day's takings would be distributed amongst members, sold in the market to support the costs of equipment, food preparation, and storage, and any leftovers given to the Dragon's Hearth to support those who would otherwise starve.
[ He drums his fingers on the arm of the chair, looking off-screen, though his gaze is distant. Unnoticed, a small white dragon is stalking, low, across the covers of the well-made double bed behind him. ]
We have had it easy so far, but winter can be a demanding season, and with the Greenhouses ravaged as they were and the baskets run dry a sure source of regular food would be a comfort to many. Would anybody else be interested in-?
[ Abruptly, the dragon propels itself, with a mad flutter of leathery wings, across the gap to the back of Arthur's chair, leaping again from him to pounce energetically on the Forge like a cat with a ball of string. ]
[ There is only time to hear Arthur's shout of surprise before the feed abruptly terminates. ]
[ Arthur's got his Forge on the table, hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling of his rooms in Patrol Headquarters. But he lifts his head to look at the Forge, lifting an eyebrow as if to antipate the commentary some people might have regarding that statement alone. ]
I've been thinking about starting a little organization. Nothing political - we've quite enough of that lately - just an idea I had, to supplement our food over winter.
I'd like to get together a group of those who can hunt game, or are extremely good at foraging for food in Anatole. Roots or fruit or seaweed... anything that doesn't need the Greenhouses. Because I know not everyone arrives here with the ability to take care of themselves.
[ He certainly didn't. ]
So, much like there is with the Patrol, there would be allocated shifts. And someone with ability would partner someone without to teach them how to gather their own food. The day's takings would be distributed amongst members, sold in the market to support the costs of equipment, food preparation, and storage, and any leftovers given to the Dragon's Hearth to support those who would otherwise starve.
[ He drums his fingers on the arm of the chair, looking off-screen, though his gaze is distant. Unnoticed, a small white dragon is stalking, low, across the covers of the well-made double bed behind him. ]
We have had it easy so far, but winter can be a demanding season, and with the Greenhouses ravaged as they were and the baskets run dry a sure source of regular food would be a comfort to many. Would anybody else be interested in-?
[ Abruptly, the dragon propels itself, with a mad flutter of leathery wings, across the gap to the back of Arthur's chair, leaping again from him to pounce energetically on the Forge like a cat with a ball of string. ]
[ There is only time to hear Arthur's shout of surprise before the feed abruptly terminates. ]