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"Shardit, Bell! Get back here with that!" Cursed fast firelizard, making off with her tools! Vera chased after the blue flit, tunic awry and flying behind her like a banner as she ran down the halls. "You most certainly will not take my fardling tool pouch to the Lake!" she called after the wicked little beast. Bell, it seemed, was having none of that. "Kraawww!" Vera, who so rarely swore, let out a stream of fluent curses and picked up her speed. If he was the cause of an accident, she was going to be very put out. The young flitter winged his way out toward the Lake, ignoring his mistress very pointedly. He was still put out with her for making various male friends while Xeran was away, apparently.

Well, scorch it... she hadn't misbehaved, and really what right did Xer have to be upset with her after making a drunken sot of himself with Marko? Of course, it wasn't Xeran who was annoyed, it was Bell. Bell, who apparently had no capacity for listening to reason. "Come down here right now, and give me that." She came to a stop by the Lake, where the infuriating creature dropped her pouch. Through the dent of much twisting and jumping, she was able to rescue it before it hit the water. "... You are in such trouble," she told the flit, who landed smugly on her shoulder and wrapped his tail around her neck in a vice-like grip.

"'Charmer' is definitely a word. I'm not sure it's a word that suits Bell, but it's a word. I can think of others." Vera would start with 'brat', and work her way from there. She disentangled Bell's tail from around her neck, and held the little creature at arm's length. "Kraww." "Yes, that's right... you're in trouble." The flitter, who had yet to fly between, observed her imperiously. ... Of course, it was about at that time that Vera realized that she was engaged in a conversation with someone not Bell, and she glanced toward the voice. She couldn't place its owner, unfortunately, but that was a problem that was solved easily enough. "It's fairly simple, really. So long as he is being punished, he doesn't get any extra treats, and I certainly won't be playing with him. Naughty little flits don't get played with." She frowned slightly, and poked Bell, who took her finger gravely between his forepaws. "I'm Vera, by the way. Journeyman Harper Vera."

Bell was a one-woman firelizard, but he could be brought to at least greeting others. He observed the human, attempting to determine whether it was male or female. If male, it was to be driven off. ... It had the round things. ... Hmm. "Krraww!" He would wait and see. "I doubt it, but if he does it will be no real loss. I get more finished when he's not there to steal my tools, and sit on the instruments I'm fashioning."

It wasn't that Vera wasn't tolerant of her 'lizard's antics most times... it was just that today he had gone too far. Then again, she thought it quite likely that he was getting revenge for the friends she'd made.

"Aye, I'm a journeyman, and I hail from Ista." A small cothold, in point of fact, not worth mentioning because it was that unlikely to be recognized. She refused to use the term 'journeywoman', as it seemed a little silly to change hundreds of Turns of tradition over such a simple matter as gender. "And you, Kesslan? Where do you hail from?" Possibly not here, given the blonde hair and freckles, although she could be mistaken.