//------------------------------//
// A meeting. 
// Story: Starfall 
// by TheRocketMan062 
//------------------------------//

	"So how did you come about this information?" The suited mare behind the desk asked, looking up from her papers and arching her brow.

An aged stallion drew on his pipe before speaking.
"A triangulation of sources really. An angry disc jockey, a mailmare and an eccentric inventor."
The mare sighed and set the report down. "So, were spying on our citizens now?"

The stallion drew on his pipe again. "Not quite, we have organizations set up to keep records of unusual sightings. They were initially used to keep tabs on Changelings, but now that there gone, we re-purposed those groups." The stallion examined the smoke from his pipe for a full minute before he spoke again. "Events and sightings only reach our level if their is significant evidence of the anomaly being real." The stallion smirked. "No wonder work here is so slow."

The mare was silent for a moment, then she sighed once again. "It still sounds like spying to me. What measures have been taken?"

The stallion's expression hardened. "None. None beyond a check to calm down the disc jockey and a basket of muffins for the mailmare. And this meeting."

The mare self-consciously smoothed the fur on her foreleg with her hoof. "Its really happening, isn't it?" She said.

The stallion nodded his head. "Send word to Luna. It looks like we have a code green."