Caer Caverns
The Caer's Stewardess, Nactara, rushes about in the halls. Her fralamaraz, Jedayi, is following closely behind her. Planor is taking notes on the things that have to be repaired in time for the hatching of the most recent clutch.
  "That needs to be fixed," Nactara said, pointing to one of the broken doors. "And put that blue/purple fabric over the frame. The red/pink will go on the Dunes Entrance."
  "The weaving we recieved from the Institute should be draped over the entrance to the Fledgling Barracks," Jedayi sighed, glancing towards the Unbonded Caerlet. "And make that place looks presentable so we'll get some people down there."
  Planor made the notes as Nactara and Jedayi rushed on. Nactara motioned towards the Caerlizard Dunes and sighed.
"Be sure those Dunes are stocked. Get ahold of our best supplier and make sure he has enough to supply the gathers," Nactara said. "Oh, and the Records Room really needs to be dusted. Get someone on that."
  Planor nodded again, writing out a bit more before they turned to corner and headed up the stairs to the gazing fields. Jedayi flexed her wings in the sun happily, rumbling as she glanced about the herds. Nactara was still ticking things off in her mind.