in the Market for a friend

Thief! Thief! Thief! Kyanite’s side hurt from the effort to keep her laughter on the inside. She let in a few shuddered breaths. Oh my. She needed to find out what Walpurgis’ favourite food was and supply him some. If she could train him to play shenanigans on Beru, he was worth his weight in gold.

Oops, she could see Basilisk making his way over, and she tried to put on her most innocent face “It’s fi--” She started to say when he scowled at her and grabbed Beru with a giant’s paw. “Hey!” She said, before they were both whisked away to a small antichamber.

When Beru started defending her, she felt her ears fold back. Feeling of remorse flooding in. “It’s true! His bird only knows two words. He purchased everything, I swear!” She told Basilisk.

"Speech"