"She's huge, Shimmer is only a little over three and a half feet, in fact none of my pets are larger than that...
Amuderudalya giggled at his response before looking back to her sweet girl. So sick with mental and emotional illness when she was younger, the Weyrwoman and Candidatemaster never allowed Amuderudalya to stand as a candidate. It pained her as an adolescent while all her sisters began to stand, yet for all she longed for a dragon of her own, she learned to accept that not everyone was meant to become a dragonrider. Though perhaps not nearly important, she knew her work was necessary to keep riders like I'ent satiated and strong. This was her place, square in the kitchens where she could keep the hungry filled, whether they come from the weyr or Walled, and when not a soul was listening, she offered what help she could to the weak and helpless, working with her sister, Inez to find homes for the freed slaves of Walled.
Croquembouche, however, was her family's gift to her, a little dragon of her own. She loved the fancy flit with all her heart, and doted upon her with extreme care. the fancy flits hide was soft to touch from her nightly oiling, her belly a perfect shape of round from her frequent feedings, and, judging by how the 'lizard draped her head over Amuderudalya's shoulder as the baker stroked her crown of feathers, very loved by the fair woman.
"...My gossamer is just a tiny thing compared to my other pets but he can shriek like nothing else if he feels threatened."
Gossamer? The name sounded familiar, though Amuderudalya was not absolutely certain she knew what I'ent spoke of. Yet she did not speak immediately, for she sensed that I'ent had much more to say.
"The sound alone keeps my two flits away from him. He doesn't do that as much any more as Shimmer and Glow know better than to bother him or Ancient. I never thought I would ever own a pet and there was only a short period in my childhood when I wondered what it would be like to own a fighting canine. Then things became too hard and any thought of a pet was out of the question. At least till I came here and saw how useful Locke's pet was and when somebody was handing out Fancy Flit eggs for free...I took the opportunity to get one. It still amazes me people here just give them out for nothing. If I had fancy flit eggs back at Walled, I could have lived for months comfortably by selling a clutch worth of eggs."
It saddened her to hear about his darker times, but Amuderudalya also recognised that I'ent not come from the happiest of backgrounds, and knew she would have to both understand and accept that if she was to better get to know him. Though it would take time for her to better know I'ent, she was more than willing to be patient, to earn his trust and friendship if only because such things were so precious to her.
His interest in Croquembouche, did not go missed by her, earning him a small smile as she saw him eye the dark hide with its starry speckles. What he thought, she did not know, but she felt perhaps even a bit proud over how he admired her.
"I'll call Shimmer and Glow here, though they likely want treats if I do.. in fact do you have any scrap meat lying around? Glow's likely to be hungry when he shows up, he sleeps most of the day so I feed him at night. Shimmer will want snacks unless she's already stuffed her face on something she hunted herself."
"Yes, I have some around. We always keep a bowl for when someone comes staggering in with a rocking egg."
She attempted to stand, but her fancy flit suddenly clung to her like a massive weight, and dug her claws into Amuderudalya's shoulders. Reaching up, she attempted to pluck the little claws out of her skin, and untangle them from her shawl. "Dearest, dearest, you need to let go,"
she asked as calmly as she could of the fancy flit who now twined her twin tails about the bakers thin waist. "Uhoh, help!"
she laughed, not at all in distress, though certainly in need of an extra set of hands as she tried to pry the fancy flit off. "I don't think she wants to be put down."
Yet Amuderudalya had every intention of setting her down, and with a bit of work, using hands to lift up delicate claws, and unwind unruly tails, she somehow managed to set Croquembouche back down tot he ground. Never mind those big sad eyes the fancy flit gazed up at her with. Though a touch of guilt reached her, Amuderudalya would not let it stop her from fetching those meat scraps for her.
After a quick check in the oven to monitor her pastries (perhaps five more minutes, she thought to herself), she walked off towards the cold storage. Croquembouche padded after her, and waited patiently as the baker reached in to procure that which I'ent requested. When she attempted to walk back, however, she nearly caught the fancy flit underfoot. "Woah!"
she gasped only to look at the fancy flit with a narrow of her eyes and the slightest smirk. "You need to be more careful, dearest,"
she chuckled to the fancy flit before walking back around her and returning to I'ent. "Here you go. I didn't know how much you would want, but I thought this might do the trick. Also... what's a gossamer?"
The term had buzzed in her thoughts ever since he uttered it, and now she was genuinely curious to find out.