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Wen seriously debated on a commissioning a harness for his trouble making flit. It not doubt would be expensive and they would look silly, he had no doubt about that but his life would be easier. A lot easier if Cat's mischief was kept in a ten to twenty foot radius. He had finished up chores early and returned to his quarters to once again find Cat missing. The egg pots had been undisturbed and he was surprised someone hadn't tried to steal them. Wen had three hatchling fits already and only one of them had been planned.

Noche had been a gift from his father back in Atlini hold and the guard. Rivet and Cat had been surprises and now with two more eggs to hatch, Wen was starting to tease the notion someone was attempting to sabotage him. Which was silly but still... he had been in Trine Weyr for less than two weeks having been a late choice and found himself in the possession of five eggs. Well, one was because Cat stole a egg, but still it made his head hurt.

Wen kicked at the sand, frustrated, annoyed, and worried and not sure what to do about it. He had never felt so mixed up in his life and a sense of priority said he needed to find Cat before he caused anymore trouble. Like more eggs.

Cat in the meanwhile had found a somewhat familiar bronze. The spotted brown flit hatchling was currently trying to engage Pest in mock battle of some sort.

Wen paused, startled and berated himself for not paying attention. He turned and looked up to meet the older man's eyes. "One of my flits disappeared," he kept from saying again. "You wouldn't have seen a hatchling brown with pale spots?"

Wen froze slightly. He knew that bronze and shards this was awkward. My brown stole an egg from your bronze's clutch, that would bound to not go over well. "We... meet a few days back," Wen said, frowning at the flit. It looks like the bronze remembered him.

Cat came a few minutes after Pest, landing clumsily in the sand before trotting, proud and tail twitching like he meant to do that to Wen's feet.

"It is more like Cat did something to him." Wen said and knelt gathering up the brown flit, keeping a firm grip around the hatchling's middle. He didn't need to chase down the brown a second time. "I just feed your bronze after he bit me."

Cat allowed the handling, ignoring the bronze to bat at the long shiny braid of hair. He was better than that slow old bronze. He had got the shinny right out from under the other's nose.

"Looking for Cat." Wen replied, looking down at his escape artist flit and scratched the brown's eye ridges. "My other flits don't leave the candidate barracks." He was relieved that Noche didn't get out. She would get lost somewhere and end up crying.

Cat preened, smug and trilled under the scratching. He fluttered his wings and twitched his tail.

"I was curious," and so frustrated, he edited out. "I never seen a Queen flit guarding her clutch before and Cat showed up and snatched an egg when I wasn't looking."

"It has its own clay egg pot and fresh sand. " Wen glanced down at his brown who decided to climb up his shirt and settled on his shoulder. Cat then started to clean his front hands, unremorseful about causing any work of ruckus. "Starting to move a bit, but the rest of the fair hasn't started humming yet." He had managed to only hear the tail end of the first singing when Rivet hatched and managed to listen for a few hours to both of his flits till Cat hatched out.

"I probably should bring my green as well. Noche likely found or stole Cat egg from somewhere." Wen sighed and looked at his trouble maker. "You are such a brat Cat." He muttered, scolding the brown and nodded at V'tur. "Do you have a preferred time?" Extra lessons was nothing new, a bit different since they were usually because he excelled in something, not because he was failing.

"Three, I have three in total. Rivet is just too lazy to bother leaving my quarters to steal anything." Wen decided he should bring the blue if just to get the lazy blue to exercise. "Lunch time would be easier, Cat knows that means food and tends to keep close. Noche behaves mostly." His green was a silly little thing and would be more interested in playing and greeting Pest and his owner.

A other thing someone hadn't bother speaking about. Wen filed the bit of information away and looked sternly at his flit. Cat just chirped and curled his tail around Wen's wrist, nosing under the other's chin.