[G] [P] 734.08.15 |Now, This Is Fun

She moped. It was the only word that could be used for what she was doing. She rarely left the confines of her tent and then only to fetch something to eat or collect Rislan from her father. Her normally bright complexion was pale and drawn. Her nightmares had begun to wane, speaking with R'nya had helped but she just couldn't bring herself to enjoy the awakening of the sun. The vision of B'ker's death mask didn't haunt her every waking hour, her mind had stopped playing tricks on her and she'd started to take pleasure in the little things again. Thats not to say that there weren't bouts of tears or nightmares because they were there, dim as they were, one could not come through one of the largest disasters of one's life without something.

You need to come outside. Enjoy the sunshine with me, Mizeath commented from outside.

Nodding, Ameris stood from her chair with every intention of leaving her tent. The idea was there beckoning but it would be ineffectual. She turned to her possessions. She had little seeds packed away. She couldn't remember if she'd brought them with her when they'd come to the little tent camp. She rummaged through her belongings. I've just got to make sure that the packet of seeds are here, Mizeath and then I'll be along, she replied and heard Mizeath sigh in exasperation from her wallow. She ran her hand along the inside of a small box she was certain held the package she was looking for. Instead her hand encountered something sharp enough to cause a small cut.

Hissing she grabbed the object and brought it out. Changing hands she brought the cut finger to her mouth. Looking quite childish with her injured finger in her mouth, Ameris studied the object. A shell shard. Sickly green and still quite sharp around the edges. It was certainly not Mizeath's. One of the greens from that double clutch? Had to be. Why else would she even have it?

Eyes brightened when she remembered just who the shard belonged to. That darling, Quelseth! I can't believe I never gave S'cer this shard, Mizeath, she told the dragon with a shake of her head. You have been quite busy these last few months, my dear. It is all perfectly understandable. But now you have found it so now you can give it to him, Mizeath told her with certainty, I am positive he will be thankful. Come, we will take it to him. Well.. I.. Just.. she stuttered. Now

Ameris sighed at the tone of her dragon's voice. That voice was one Mizeath did not expect an argument with and generally there wasn't one. She glanced in the mirror and grimace. She looked a fright. Raking fingers through her hair she attempted to tame the mess. With a nod with slipped the shard into a pocket and made her way out of the tent. "I'm not even certain he will be at his tent," she said, "what if he's not there?" Then we will come back another time. Really, Ameris, your excuses are wearing quite thin, Mizeath said and was rewarded for her condor when Ameris stuck her tongue out at her. That is better

A passing person pointed her in the right direction as she made her way about the tents. Mizeath walked along behind her easily. Most of the tents had been arranged to accommodate the dragons in Katila so there was no difficulty for her to get around. Ameris' steps slowed as she caught sight of the little green basking in her wallow. What if S'cer was horribly injured? What if they were sick? What ifs are not the way to live your life, Ameris. Go along and give S'cer his shard. I will be here with you, the gold murmured quietly. Steeling herself Ameris made her closer to the tent and the man sitting. Mending something it looked like. "S'cer?" she called, "You're not busy are you? I can come back another time if you'd prefer."

That got a little longer than I intended