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If Viskal was enjoying pulling Salin’s leg though, he was doing a very good job of hiding his glee, for he only looked vaguely agitated when he spoke. “They’ve had me doing some chores for the healers,” he gave slowly. “Just some fetch and step, but a few days ago I was bringing some rolls to the healer’s rooms-“ He would have spat on them if he’d been that petty. “-and I overheard a couple of their riders. They were talking about doing whatever they’re up to here at Malvren too. I don’t know what that means, rightly, but I don’t think they would have been that excited if they were just going to ferry healers and spend so much time away from their home weyr.” His brow furrowed worriedly, but it didn’t help him decipher the mystery. It was a paltry bit of information really, but he was hoping to mention it here and there until rumor grasped it and spread if over the weyr. It wasn’t enough to report to a higher-up, but if suspicion found its way into the wings maybe those at Malvren would take extra care toward Benden. Or perhaps not. He shrugged at Salin, looking uncertain for the first time.

Viskal frowned unhappily. Not at Salin – but rather at the other scanty piece of information. Get it over with? Maybe they were giving up and moving on to Malvren. Maybe they were going to have to get over their hatred of atypicals – though why they would want to do that was beyond him. Maybe related to whatever condition their queens were in? Or maybe it was none of that and the stinking healers were just talking about going to brave the angry crimson to eye her clutch. “Is that all?” he asked half rhetorically, wincing.

He still didn’t much care for Salin, but he was relieved by their temporary truce over the events here. He wouldn’t ever expect a friendship out of the older boy, but he was pleased that he felt the other Candidate’s information was valid. Had he been lying, he would have come up with something much more grandiose than vague half sentences. If only there was more information though! He had little faith in the stable, picturesque world where riders and holds worked in harmonic cooperation. People were too erratic in nature for that. He would have backed a conspiracy if only there were a consistent one that made use of facts. “Anything in particular about those flits set you off? Or just their numbers?”

Viskal made a thoughtful noise and looked down, taking a moment to swiftly tuck away his tools and think privately for a moment. There just wasn’t enough information to act on yet. “I’ll take your advice about watching for those flits,” he said and flipped the unfinished belt over his shoulder, starting to get up.