It was midafternoon on a lovely, if slightly muddy, spring day when Fort Weyr's Kayeth took to the sands and laid her clutch of eight eggs.

Wait, what?

Something about that doesn't seem quite right, like the part where it was an appropriate time of day, a reasonable number of eggs, good weather, and nothing was on fire. It seems Fort's latest trick is having a clutching that is perfectly normal just to try to fool everyone into a sense of calm. This may or may be working on Fort's leadership, who keep looking to the skies for that inevitable storm.

Corresponding log(s): the clutching and the clutching party.