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The note had been an unexpected but welcome surprise. Gabriel hadn't had very much time recently to talk to the Tanner woman, and an early morning meeting before chores started sound like the perfect opportunity to do so. That scene they had witnessed before definitely wasn't something normal, and the way that the Benden Healer had rushed to question them only further proved this fact in her mind. There was something going on behind the scenes, and they needed to get down to the bottom of this. Might as well meet up to discuss a plan of action.

"Good morning, Ofelia," the teen greeted cheerfully as she approached the Tanner in the designated meeting place. Perched on her shoulder was a very sleepy Mossy, who currently had her tail wrapped about the girl's neck. The small green hadn't been too happy with them getting up so early, but so long as she had her human perch to rest on she would behave. "Been well?"

"The name's Ofie. S'okay ya dun remember me, I dunno yer name either. This 'ere on mah shoulder is Puck and the one in mah arms is Juno. She's a new'in ta the family, it's cool ta see we all got flitter of our own an' all."

The green called Puck lifted her head in a chirp, a polite greeting to those who'd arrived, while the fussy gold simply hissed a warning at the lesser colors that she was a Queen, get off her case. A thump on the snout by one of Ofelia's fingers silenced her a bit and she groused, her wings fluttering unhappily.

"Anyway, movin' on. I was wonderin' if both of ya were as upset ta be talked down ta as I was."

Farellen smiled "it's a pleasure to meet you Ofie, i'm Farellen, this here silver fellow is Zevra" the hovering flit gave an irritated huff at the gold flitter and landed on Farellen's shoulder "sorry bout him, he seems to have an issue with most flits, though the strange fair has got him more riled up than usual" he said shrugging with one shoulder.

He balled his fists up at the mention of the 'incident' as he thought of it "Sharding Benden, what right have they got to talk to us like that, they shouldn't even BE here, they should stick to their own damn Weyr" he grumped his jaw clenched. He looked at Gabriel surprised "HEY!... that's right, that was the weyrleaders wing!" here he concentrated past his irritation at Benden and for once remembered something unusual "Hey.. wasn't one of those carrying something? i'm not too sure since that Healer collared us almost at the same time" At the mention of those flits Zevra hissed, his eyes whirring with the slightest tinge of red, Farellen tried to calm him with soothing noises and strokes.

Mossy too disappeared immediately at the command, although Gabriel had the feeling that the little green wouldn't be too happy later when she found her again. Sheesh, what a grumpy little flit, the teen thought to herself while Ofelia gave the gold a small reprimand. "No, this is definitely not normal," Gabriel said with a shake of her head. "I don't know if it has anything to do with the double Hatching, but regardless Benden should not be intruding upon our Weyr like this. And yeah, I think one of those had a sheet of paper or something," the teen added, answering Farellen's previous question. "The whole thing smells rotten. I think we should investigate." If they could somehow find out anything useful, it might be worth while to report it. Who knew what could really be going on behind the scenes?

"From what I 'ear tell there aren't many of them double clutches at Benden or wherever since they dun seem ta like the Atypicals very much. Mah brother says that they treat them dragons like little plagues or whatever and leave 'em out on the sands in their shells still. I dunno what he means by that, seein' as I've never been ta a hatchin' ta know the process, but I guess it has ta do wit' how we get the colorful 'ens out of their shells?"

Ofelia's brother was not a stranger to the Weyrs and their traditions, unlike his younger sister, so it wasn't much of a surprise that his knowledge far exceeded hers in terms of understanding what was going on in the politcal scheme. A tanner was always a tanner though, not really someone that was privy to important conversations, but that didn't mean they weren't there when people decided to complain while buying leathers for their beasts.

Her brother had said that the Old Weyrs disliked the atypicals with a passion, considering them weak and runts, but as far as this red-headed tanner was concerned she'd yet to see a dragon that was small and weak. It wasn't any of her business though to keep thinking like that and so her thoughts moved forward.

"But ya know if they are 'ere then that means they got somethin' important 'ere in Trine that they're wantin'. If we could somehow get ta them lizards again then I think we can figure it out an' all, wit a little help from our lizards."

She had a plan, and it was silly....but it might work. She'd gotten the idea from watching the other flitters respond to Juno, the little vage and proud gold in her arms, so just maybe...they could use that to their advantage. Juno seemed to have no problem at all bossing another flitter around and it was almost as though the other beasts could not protest to stop her.

"If we can get back there we can use Juno ta get one of them over ta us, an' we can get her ta get information out of 'em. I dunno much about flitter talkin' between a flitter an' another of its kind, but I know I can understand whatever Juno an' Puck try ta tell me now and then. Images an' whatever. What ya think? We should give it a shot, right?"

Farellen grumbled "would they leave a baby in it's mother because it couldn't get out? .. No.. Eggs and Hatchlings are the same, i'd think they'd be glad of more dragons when thread comes" he said slamming his hand down on the nearst flat object, he couldn't stand this, "Benden and it's backwards ideas" he growled.

At the mention of using flits however Farellen shrugged, "we could try i suppose, i dont see how useful it'll be, i only get nonsense from Zevra when he tries to 'tell' me something" he didn't mean to offend, that was just how he was. "i guess it would make sense that Golds have mroe sense than lesser colours, and even Zevra obeyed yours Ofie"

Gabriel didn't at all appreciate being told off by the Tanner, and most of the rant went duly ignored. Yes, she might have felt different had she been raised at 'Benden', but they weren't at Benden now, were they. She was fine with the older Weyrs keeping to themselves, but if they were going to butt in on their business uninvited then they had a right to complain.

"As soon as everyone's up I suppose," she remarked with a shrug, glancing about them. The kitchen workers were already up and working on the morning meal, but many others in the Weyr were still sound asleep. "That or whenever we happen across any suspicious flitters. I'll try to see if I can't get Mossy to help as well, but as a Green she's a bit more limited in what she can do and understand." No, Ofelia's Gold and Farellen's Silver were definitely better equipped mentally. As it was the odd little green seemed to be missing a few screws anyway.