17.May.13, 02:35 PM
Ameris started with surprise when the small blue firelizard darted past her. The little beast had something clutched between his talons and she had a feeling the owner of the something was not going to be all too pleased. The actions of some of the ill manners firelizards about the weyr reaffirmed her belief that they all needed training and discipline. Mud was a rather well mannered little thing, always coming when called and never stealing. He did however seem to have a ridiculous fascination with all the golds running about and one she hadn't managed to curtail. Silly creature. Its not as if he would catch any who rose. He was much to small to out fly any of the bronzes and other browns. She blamed Indivara for his fascination. If he hadn't met her little gold that fateful day with the pie, then none of this would have started, but he had and it did.
She sighed again as she picked another bit of flour from her skirts. Tossing it to the ground she grumbled quietly under her breath. Baking pies seem to be the only thing the kitchen matron would allow her to do now a days. And she always went away with clothing full of flour and bits of fruit smashed willy nilly on her skirts. She still couldn't figure out why the woman wouldn't let her cook anything else. Its not like pie was the main course of the night or as important as anything else. She hated pie.
She jerked when a voice came out of the quiet of the square. Turning quickly she saw the source. Peorray. She had never really gotten to know Peorray. They were both in the same candidate class but seemed worlds apart. Ameris was not the most social of butterflies and she often avoided the other women. "Actually.. I did see your little thief," she answered, "I take it that bit he was holding belongs to you?"
She sighed again as she picked another bit of flour from her skirts. Tossing it to the ground she grumbled quietly under her breath. Baking pies seem to be the only thing the kitchen matron would allow her to do now a days. And she always went away with clothing full of flour and bits of fruit smashed willy nilly on her skirts. She still couldn't figure out why the woman wouldn't let her cook anything else. Its not like pie was the main course of the night or as important as anything else. She hated pie.
She jerked when a voice came out of the quiet of the square. Turning quickly she saw the source. Peorray. She had never really gotten to know Peorray. They were both in the same candidate class but seemed worlds apart. Ameris was not the most social of butterflies and she often avoided the other women. "Actually.. I did see your little thief," she answered, "I take it that bit he was holding belongs to you?"