"The problem is," Kalkin said with that same broad grin not more than three weeks after Engell realized that Alabaster wasn't getting any larger, "that you never tell them to stop."
"I do so tell them to stop, Kalkin, they just don't listen to me."
"Not like I do," the dark-skinned man smirked.
"Not like you do. Yeah," the sarcasm was heavy in Engell's voice, "Sure. Whatever."
"Where did they get this one from?" Kalkin asked, of the oddly furry creature that had wrapped itself around Engell's neck, much to the distress of Snowflake.
"It's," Engell cleared his throat and tried to say with a straight face, "a bird-weasel," he snickered, "from Dou Pas. It's new, I gather." He craned his head around a little and the white weasel nosed him with a cute chirp. He was adorable, that was certain. "Tundra," he announced his name.
Even for his complaining that there were now far too many flitters in his life, Engell still absent mindedly scratched the neck of the feathery-winged weasel thing. Snowflake demanded attention. Then Mystere. Then Blizzard, Barry and Dandy. Then the foursome of drinks dragons. At that point, Engell was entirely covered with white winged creatures all squaking and chirping for attention.
"Oh yeah," Engell said loudly over the noise, "they brought you one too. Sixth has it." Then Engell managed a mad, cackling laugh. Kalkin left his boss wondering if maybe they ought to try sedating the flits some time... See how they fly...
**next**
The - DRINKS dragons!
