Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
30.Jan.12, 09:05 AM
Published on Fanfiction.net with permission of both Authors on December 29th, 2012 at this location:Link
B'jin enjoyed bathing Larrikith. She was small, she was well rounded (but in no way fat!) and she was usually pretty compliant about assisting by standing still, or rinsing off - and she didn't usually splash him too much. All of which were, as far as B'jin was concerned, bonuses. The fact that Larrikith was a clean dragon, and spent a lot of time grooming herself, meant his work was again halved. He'd seen some greens that spent so much time covered in dirt they might as well have been brown!
Larrikith had forced him from his hut in the wee hours of the morning, demanding that today be a day of bathing, scrubbing and oiling. Which, B'jin was quite happy to comply with... but surely sleeping in wouldn't have been too much to ask for! Apparently, it was, he decided, as Larrikith glided on early morning drafts, her wings outstretched but no work being put into where she was going, or how high she was remaining. It would have been swifter to blink between, but she was also pretty sure B'jin's foggy mind would have caused complications - she was not willing to risk getting lost in the dark nothingness just to arrive at her bath faster. Larrikith was an intelligent dragon. She knew when to cut her losses.
Landing on the settlement side of the Hunting Ranges, Larrikith peered around the empty area with satisfaction. Apparently, it was still much too early for anyone else to bother getting up yet, and she had the are to herself. Pleased, the green dragon stood quietly as B'jin slid with very little grace from her neck to land unsteadily on the ground, before she tossed the heavy hessian sack at him. She watched for a moment in amusement as B'jin struggled to capture the bag she had carried in her clawed hands during the flight, and then she moved with a sensual grace towards the water, and slipped in, as if sliding into a silk bed. Her small, mossy green form quickly disappeared from view in the deep river, before she resurfaced and looked towards B'jin.
Coming in? She teased, amused, as he tipped the bag upside down and began to dig around and sort out the items that would be required in their own particular order.
"Not likely," B'jin replied, settling himself down on the grass a good distance from the river edge - he was not going to be used as target practise for a projectile of spat water, splashed water, or dripping water, without sufficient time to at least attempt to escape. Larrikith bugled amusement, and slowly climbed out of the water, wings spread wide, water dripping from every well curved portion of her body.
You are no fun, again with the teasing, and B'jin poked his tongue out at the dragon, even as he began to pick up a scrubbing brush, and soap-sands. He allowed Larrikith to carefully lay herself down before he began to throw sand over her like seasoning. As he began to carefully scrub her hide with a thick, heavy brush, B'jin's sweet, lyrical voice took to the skies, singing a bright, cheerful tune that was used to assist with educating the youngsters. Larrikith, in an oddly upbeat mood herself, joined by humming lowly, her voice thrumming deep in her throat and melding well - through years of practice - with B'jin. A dragon could, after all, only spend so much time around a Harper before she began to sing herself. B'jin was just glad she had talent. He wasn't sure how he would have survived with a tone-deaf dragon.
B'jin enjoyed bathing Larrikith. She was small, she was well rounded (but in no way fat!) and she was usually pretty compliant about assisting by standing still, or rinsing off - and she didn't usually splash him too much. All of which were, as far as B'jin was concerned, bonuses. The fact that Larrikith was a clean dragon, and spent a lot of time grooming herself, meant his work was again halved. He'd seen some greens that spent so much time covered in dirt they might as well have been brown!
Larrikith had forced him from his hut in the wee hours of the morning, demanding that today be a day of bathing, scrubbing and oiling. Which, B'jin was quite happy to comply with... but surely sleeping in wouldn't have been too much to ask for! Apparently, it was, he decided, as Larrikith glided on early morning drafts, her wings outstretched but no work being put into where she was going, or how high she was remaining. It would have been swifter to blink between, but she was also pretty sure B'jin's foggy mind would have caused complications - she was not willing to risk getting lost in the dark nothingness just to arrive at her bath faster. Larrikith was an intelligent dragon. She knew when to cut her losses.
Landing on the settlement side of the Hunting Ranges, Larrikith peered around the empty area with satisfaction. Apparently, it was still much too early for anyone else to bother getting up yet, and she had the are to herself. Pleased, the green dragon stood quietly as B'jin slid with very little grace from her neck to land unsteadily on the ground, before she tossed the heavy hessian sack at him. She watched for a moment in amusement as B'jin struggled to capture the bag she had carried in her clawed hands during the flight, and then she moved with a sensual grace towards the water, and slipped in, as if sliding into a silk bed. Her small, mossy green form quickly disappeared from view in the deep river, before she resurfaced and looked towards B'jin.
Coming in? She teased, amused, as he tipped the bag upside down and began to dig around and sort out the items that would be required in their own particular order.
"Not likely," B'jin replied, settling himself down on the grass a good distance from the river edge - he was not going to be used as target practise for a projectile of spat water, splashed water, or dripping water, without sufficient time to at least attempt to escape. Larrikith bugled amusement, and slowly climbed out of the water, wings spread wide, water dripping from every well curved portion of her body.
You are no fun, again with the teasing, and B'jin poked his tongue out at the dragon, even as he began to pick up a scrubbing brush, and soap-sands. He allowed Larrikith to carefully lay herself down before he began to throw sand over her like seasoning. As he began to carefully scrub her hide with a thick, heavy brush, B'jin's sweet, lyrical voice took to the skies, singing a bright, cheerful tune that was used to assist with educating the youngsters. Larrikith, in an oddly upbeat mood herself, joined by humming lowly, her voice thrumming deep in her throat and melding well - through years of practice - with B'jin. A dragon could, after all, only spend so much time around a Harper before she began to sing herself. B'jin was just glad she had talent. He wasn't sure how he would have survived with a tone-deaf dragon.
