02.Jun.13, 04:22 PM
She inclined her head as Peorray stated it'd probably not be a good idea to insist on chasing the firelizard. She was right in her assumption, it would be a pointless chase. The flits hid and hid well when they wanted and trying to find them often proved fruitless. "It probably wouldn't be worth the chase. Unless you can find his owner there's a large possibility that you'll never find your bracelet," she agreed.
Mud chose that moment to pop out from between and light on her lap. He crooned his greeting and promptly curled into a ball and fell asleep. Little bugger was probably off chasing golds when he shouldn't have been. At least he was somewhat quiet with his buzzing snores. She gazed at him fondly as she stroked his back. "They're not all bad. Just takes proper motivation and training and they mind pretty well," she said.
Ameris glanced over as Peorray asked about her trouble. The woman looked to have had her fair attention from that overly large woman who ran the kitchens. That woman was a stern task master and unpleasant when she found you doing what she told you not to or not doing it correctly anyway. "Damn woman insists I make pie every time I draw kitchen chores. Every damn time. I hate pie."