It was a sleepless night for me…
As was any other night since I developed a sleepless gene. But THIS night was also very stressful!
Even when all my Advisers and my wife went to sleep, I monitored the situation near the frozen forest, issuing commands where necessary and directing the flow of people and supplies...
I did so much microcontrolling that I felt like a competitive RTS player!
Right after the sunset, the tensions were at their highest. The seeds didn't stop flying, but even with the radars and sources of light, my people needed time to adapt to catching them in the dark.
Worse, the dragons needed to sleep as much as their riders! Most of them went to sleep, and we had comparatively few nocturnal dragons to replace them in catching the ice-hole tree seeds.
Some of these dragons were of the owl species, while others were bats—the Empire's beast-talkers tamed everything that would let itself be tamed.
