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All of a sudden there was just entirely too much going on. More and more people were arriving at this funeral, more and more people were talking all at once and doing things. Dragons were moving around and starting to have their own little social moments and for Tiepet...this was entirely too much. Even with Ralae before her (someone she knew) talking and asking her to come along, Tiepet was overwhelmed. She bit her lower lip as she shook her head hard at the invitation, her hands coming up before her torso to give a wave of "no thanks."

"I'm going to go back to where Filly is, and stay with her. I just wanted to come and say good-bye to the Crimsonrider, not. . . well."

Tiepet didn't feel like she had to explain herself more over that, nor did she really want to, and she quickly turned on her heals and started scampering back towards where her green was waiting. Filanth had been silently sunning herself on a ledge and was actually cooing at a few firelizards, likely ones that belonged to people in the Weyr that just happened to come along. It made her long for Skybox and Caine, seeing as she'd left them both behind, but at least everything was okay now?

That was, until Tiepet fell trying to climb back up to Filanth's side. She landed hard on her butt and actually rolled a bit before she could get her balance, the move neither painless nor graceful. That seriously hurt.

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Who dares?!

Serinth's eyes whirled red at the voice that intruded into her head, one that she had never heard before nor was she so certain she liked the sound of it. Instantly she raised her jaw from where it'd been resting against Ofelia's shoulder and looked around, a thin hiss escaping her lips. She didn't like to be startled by another dragon, even if Ofelia was okay by it, and it took a slight shift from her rider to get her attention.

Tereth, is it? Where are ya? I didn't think ya an' S'ren would be out 'ere today.

I apologize, young one, I did not mean to startle you, he told Serinth before replying to Ofelia's question. I am over here with the other Trine dragons. Why wouldn't we have come? He gave a small bugle to draw the red-headed Weryling's attention his way. Alumanth and Hers deserve to be honored.

As Ofelia and Serinth made their way through the crowd, Tereth couldn't help but observe all of the interactions going on with and around Galvanth. For a Benden Bronze, he was being quite friendly and gentle with the Werylings and dragonets. Perhaps they were not all as terrible as it had come to seem. But wasn't he one of the ones against Atypicals? I don't understand, he pondered, mostly to himself. His rider could hear him though.

Perhaps he was; I wouldn't know. Other than on issues of color though a Benden dragon shouldn't be different from any of ours, S'ren reminded him. And you said Ofie is headed your way?

The Brown was amused by the inquiry. Yes, she is. Do feel free to come and join us.

Scarath stopped a polite distance from the Benden bronze. He was far enough away to comfortably watch the new Queen fussing at Hers and the bronze. On second thought, he wasn't sure if he should add to the chaos already around the bronze. S'kor watches the new queenrider with in trepidation. He supposed she was young, but should she really be climbing all over a dragon like that? Particularly one that wasn't her dragon. He glanced at the queen fussing and hoped nothing bad happened because of it.

You are kind to say so, Lifth, and wise to be so broad minded. Many of your fellows feel strongly otherwise-- perhaps you might speak to them, so that they will know that Benden dragons do not wish harm upon Trine dragons? Galvanth was in his element as much as his rider was, surrounded by dragonets and climbed upon by his best Moira. He could not have been happier unless those dragonets were his own, though he refused to tell S'raid as much. S'raid, predictably, already knew. This is my best Moira, the Bronze confided in the little Blue, eyes whirling once more with happy blue-greens.

"Perhaps so. He would greatly enjoy the opportunity to fuss over his own dragonets, I think. While highly unusual, I feel that it would be a... rewarding experience for the Weyr." And for Galvanth, of course. Having his own dragonets to spoil would probably make the Bronze very happy. There was no way of knowing if the possibility would ever come up for him, but S'raid liked to think an opportunity might arise in the future. With the lower fertility of the Benden Queens, however, who knew if he would have the chance to interact with a Golden daughter all his own? A shame, that.

Not that S'raid enjoyed it, of course. "It is unlucky that Benden would choose to hatch Atypicals, I think. I will certainly pass my observations along, but mine is only one voice." A voice that demanded it be heard. He glanced toward Galvanth, and shook his head when he saw Moira... perched on the Bronze's head. "She is rather... unusual for a Queenrider, I will admit. I'm afraid I'm not quite used to her brand of, hmm, enthusiasm." Enthusiasm was one word. There were others. Quite a few others. "Galvanth seems to think she will do very well in the end. I trust that Trine will take care of its own, in that respect."

Now... there was a new player, here, and one that he was unfamiliar with. Largely unfamiliar, that is. "No doubt that Silver will one day rival my Bronze for size," he told Eirlyn, and did a very admirable job of concealing his discomfort with that very fact. "Of course, Weyrwoman." Surrounded as he was by them, he still felt exceptionally comfortable. After all, did not every Bronzerider have to prepare for the possible eventuality of becoming Weyrleader? While he had no assurance of achieving that rank, becoming at ease in the presence of authority while maintaining the proper respect was very important, all things considered.

Why was it that all of the women from the Modernist Weyrs were so damnably clever? The corners of his lips twitched, revealing what was probably the most genuine smile that he had displayed that evening, though it was closer to a smirk. "No, I will warrant that Master Givon is not at all concerned about keeping up a good rapport between the Weyrs, New and Old. He is much more concerned with his Craft, though I have not found that to be unusual, among Craftmasters. It is unfortunate that he had not stepped with greater care in the process of uncovering his findings-- whatever they may be. He has not been terribly forthcoming about them"

I will give her back, Galvanth promised, distressed that the little Queen was distressed. They will not want you to come visit, he pointed out, rumbling with pleasure when she kissed his hide. They will want to keep my Moira from me. I do not like this. Perhaps I will come to you? Even with S'raid, who would not be pleased by it. He was very careful with her, not at all willing to risk harm to Moira, who had come to him of her own volition. I would not drop her. He was not some clumsy young Bronze who did not know his own strength, nor how to be graceful. No. He, Galvanth, was Seven Turns old, and very wise indeed.

Turning away from the little Trine dragons, was she really that small when she'd hatched? Zinth looks at the bigger Benden group off to the side. All but ignoring the large bronze and his own gathering he'd seemed to amass, Zinth's eyes whirled a happy blue at spotting a green dragon not very far from him. Mine! Mine there's a big green, oh let's ask if she knows any Benden games, please? She didn't wait for any reply as she started to make her way towards Yvoth, sending her best happy croon to the bigger green.

"What? Zinth wait a minute!" No, he'd not remembered to keep the words silent between them this time, and A'li had to walk swiftly to keep up with his partner. They might not like your company Zinth. Though the argument is likely to fall on deaf ears, the Bronze seemed to be very at home with dragonets about him. But that didn't mean the green nearby would be so happy to see a Southern dragon sidling up to her like that. At least his Zinth had decided to go and speak with a Green dragon, and not someone like that bronze, or a Brown somewhere. He still was not the most comfortable around the male gender after all.

Mine it will be okay! Zinth was too happy at the thought of learning a new game to worry about any bad sides to this. Her good mood was just lightly toned down at seeing Ianath there, and she stopped just a short ways away from the bigger green Yvoth. Hello! I'm Zinth and this is A'li mine, do you know any games from Benden? She'd never learn the game of being subtle, would she.

Abigail visibly slumped while Eirlyn merely sighed and leaned in closer. "That's a shame. Is he so paranoid he won't even trust a Bronzerider? I pity him, then... we may have our differences but I at least have my inner circles." She smiled as she leaned back, the quirk of her brow inviting.

Abigail nodded then, "Whatever they might be, they were found in Trine's Territories. It... would be in all our best interests to have that information shared. I was planning on sending a positive review of your conduct in any case. You never know what a good word might do for a Rider's career and I believe you've done what you can to maintain honour in your own way. Too bad Givon is not more atuned to the nobility of the dragonriders." It was more bluntly put then either of the Weyrwomen would have liked to put it but the 'scratch my back, I'll scratch yours' was plain enough.

Even across the vast divide between Old and New, Weyrleaders still communicated, if briefly. A recommendation, even from Trine, was a positive mark for S'raid.

Both the Weyrwomen watched him, waiting to see if he'd take the bait. Abigail looked more eager then Eirlyn, however, who was certain this second try would either catch the other or leave them without a solid tie to Benden. Either way, she was most curious as to how his thoughts might lie - copying the healer's information was no streak of disloyalty to Benden, and beyond that, she mused, it was a mark for him in the eyes of Pern.

But would he see that?

Broad-minded? Wise? Well, that was certainly one perspective. To Lifth's mind it seemed to be more of simple logic. Why punish an innocent party after all? The Bronze's suggestion amused him though. Speak to them? I am but a few days old. My opinion holds no weight yet. Regardless of the fact that he was correct on the matter. Still, there was time. He would grow and gain due respect with age, at which point his views may be seen for their validity. Until then, all he could really do was observe and learn. Your best? Well then, do give my greetings to your best.

Seeing that her dragon was rather occupied with the others and was not in any immediate need of her, G'brel decided it might be best to simply slip back into the crowd. I'm just going to be checking things out for a bit. Do call me if you need me.

No need to be concerned. I will be fine here.