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22.Aug.13, 12:23 PM
S'cer scowled as he dragged his hand over the back of his neck and it once again came away dripping with sweat. Oh, what he wouldn't give for snow! It didn't even have to be snow, but temperatures that were cool--Katila never got cool, only slightly more tolerable, as the seasons changed. The humidity made him feel consistently damp all over, and though S'cer was no stranger to the feeling, that didn't mean he had to like it.
He had finished oiling Quelseth for the night and left her to sleep in her hollow on the roof of the weyrling barracks, and had decided that a little bathing was on his agenda as well. S'cer wasn't fond of going to sleep filthy (something that Quelseth found amusing) and the familiar heat of the Bathing Houses was the only heat he found acceptable. Smothering a sigh, he found the nearest unoccupied room and began to shuck his clothing, leaving the dirty in a haphazard pile and setting the clean on one of the seats that lined the room.
The heat of the water made S'cer swear under his breath, a mottled flush creeping up his neck and down his chest. When had he last had the chance for a good, proper soak? His days were filled with feeding, bathing, and oiling plus the addition of Quelseth's ability to catch just about any minor sickness in Katila did not help with stress. Stressed did not begin to describe the worry he felt when he heard his green had a lung infection, a rattling cough, or any other minor ailment--S'cer was still afraid she would between, though Quelseth herself chose to try to focus on the bright side of things rather than wallow in fear.
She was so happy to be learning new things, and S'cer couldn't begrudge her that. Quelseth just wanted so much to be normal even if they both knew she would probably never achieve that, and S'cer just went along with her half the time. But now wasn't the time for fretting; S'cer folded his legs and dipped his head under the water, slicking it back with one hand before beginning to scrub it with brutal efficiency.
He had finished oiling Quelseth for the night and left her to sleep in her hollow on the roof of the weyrling barracks, and had decided that a little bathing was on his agenda as well. S'cer wasn't fond of going to sleep filthy (something that Quelseth found amusing) and the familiar heat of the Bathing Houses was the only heat he found acceptable. Smothering a sigh, he found the nearest unoccupied room and began to shuck his clothing, leaving the dirty in a haphazard pile and setting the clean on one of the seats that lined the room.
The heat of the water made S'cer swear under his breath, a mottled flush creeping up his neck and down his chest. When had he last had the chance for a good, proper soak? His days were filled with feeding, bathing, and oiling plus the addition of Quelseth's ability to catch just about any minor sickness in Katila did not help with stress. Stressed did not begin to describe the worry he felt when he heard his green had a lung infection, a rattling cough, or any other minor ailment--S'cer was still afraid she would between, though Quelseth herself chose to try to focus on the bright side of things rather than wallow in fear.
She was so happy to be learning new things, and S'cer couldn't begrudge her that. Quelseth just wanted so much to be normal even if they both knew she would probably never achieve that, and S'cer just went along with her half the time. But now wasn't the time for fretting; S'cer folded his legs and dipped his head under the water, slicking it back with one hand before beginning to scrub it with brutal efficiency.
