Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2014 20:49:04 GMT -6
Thunderlane scratched his chin and looked up into the slightly darkening sky as pegasi flew about; moving, changing, replacing, and bringing in storm clouds. He scanned the sky from the center of town, occasionally whistling and pointing at a few places where clouds needed to be swapped or placed. Only occasionally did he glance down at his list to compare what they were supposed to have with what they actually had. If the cloud cover wasn't perfect, the lightning strikes would be completely unpredictable as opposed to a little variant. The dark furred pegasus bit his lip lightly, tapping a hoof on the ground. It was rare that they ever got their storms exactly as they expected to, but this particular batch was shaping up to be a little more difficult than he expected. The numbers were falling a fair bit outside the expected norms, which threatened the balance for the whole storm. Any other city on Equestria could spread the cloud cover more thinly to erase the problem but, well, this was Ponyville. They had the Everfree.
Thunder sat himself down and rubbed the back of his neck, gazing at the paper, then at the sky, then back at the paper. His brain turned over and over, trying to figure out just what they were going to do. At the moment, his best hope was that they could get 30 more clouds from the bunker, but that would put them at a solid 15% overage, and it was unlikely that they had been sent quite that large of an excess. His eyes flicked to the ponies bringing in the clouds, and he started counting. Seven, eight, nine...twenty-one, twenty-two...And one final pegasus floated down and reported that all the clouds were present. Thunder sighed and nodded, and the weather pony headed out again to help the others. With a grimace, Thunder set about trying to jerryrig a fix to their dilemma.
Thunder sat himself down and rubbed the back of his neck, gazing at the paper, then at the sky, then back at the paper. His brain turned over and over, trying to figure out just what they were going to do. At the moment, his best hope was that they could get 30 more clouds from the bunker, but that would put them at a solid 15% overage, and it was unlikely that they had been sent quite that large of an excess. His eyes flicked to the ponies bringing in the clouds, and he started counting. Seven, eight, nine...twenty-one, twenty-two...And one final pegasus floated down and reported that all the clouds were present. Thunder sighed and nodded, and the weather pony headed out again to help the others. With a grimace, Thunder set about trying to jerryrig a fix to their dilemma.