The boy gave a nod and scurried around the room, getting his supplies. His arms were filled with various tools and measuring devices as he came back around.  “I-Ive never h-heard of a riding l-lizard, but if it’s big e-enough to sit on, I should b-be able to make an s-saddle,” he says, a hint of confidence coming back to him.<br/><br/>Catherine gave him a small smile in return and opened the door for him, leading him out into the stalls. She led him to the stall the shape-changed gloaming was. “S-so where is this riding lizARD!” he says with a shout at the end as he sees all five hundred pounds of Shira.<br/>