HUNT CLUE MINE!

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I don't know can you give me a clue?
I don't know exactly what to do.
There's nothing beyond the horizon.
Because time never let me live.

A disturbance in the lower caverns brought the Weyrwoman back to her weyr. Lips pursed, she strode, leaving Kalith on the ledge, shining in the splendor of the beginnings of the signs of her upcoming flight. Fajra tried not to hurry too much as she made her way back to her son's crib. She was at least checking to make sure if he was alright, and, apparently, there was something else to find there. He seemed no worse for wear. In fact, he was grinning rather wildly. He clapped, lying on his back, as he saw his mother appear. So many exciting things! He burbled cheerfully and happily.

Kalith shifted aside, with a faint hiss that trailed off, when another dared to join her. However, it was just Kerath, with W'al, who she hardly minded. Dismounting, the weyrlingmaster respectfully held back. He wasn't interested in the game. The copper prowled about, ready to remove other intruders that might come about. However, as soon as they were done there, she would be gone. Allowing Kerath to step in, she moved back to her ledge, lips curled back in a nasty expression. Her weyr! Hers! It was bad enough someone had already come in before somehow! No one touched her things!

Well, I don't know can you give me a clue?
What you gonna do cause time's on your side?
Say, what you gonna do when it's beginning to slide,
And what you gonna do feeling unqualified.

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When Fajra slid her hand underneath Osro's furs, she pulled out a piece of paper. It was another clue! The Weyrwoman herself had solved the first riddle!

You want your forks back, we presume
So we’ll tell you to go to an occupied room
VAcate this weyr, say goodbye,
And LUg yourself up high
And search the place that’s paper’s tomb!

A clue that was much harder... and still no forks! Where had those meddling kids put them? The Weyr wanted its breakfast!