Fine and Mellow [B'sen]

A little to the left. No, your other left. Right th--no, up a bit. The green shifted restlessly, barely suppressing the urge to move herself instead of attempting to give T'rielle directions to find her itchy spots--the few that actually showed signs of flakiness were easy enough, but being a particularly touchy dragon every once in a while the green insisted on T'rielle getting every tiny little itchy spot, whether flaking or not. He didn't mind so much, really, if only because it was a relatively mindless activity--particularly when Caxith took matters into her own hands and he could just follow orders. She twitched again, tail swaying in the shallow water of the lake and T'rielle paused in his ministrations at the dragon's shoulder with a raised eyebrow. Don't stop!

"Then stop moving," he said with an amused chuckle. "I can't find anything if you don't sit still." To which she just mumbled discontentedly, but settled down after a moment of shifting to let T'rielle finish his scrubbing. It was with a sigh of relief a good while later that he took a step back and sent the green into the water to rinse off the sand. While he had the chance, T'rielle retreated to a dry patch of ground and sat down. He kept half a mind on the cavorting dragon, but most of his attention was quickly channelled into people-watching. Caxith wasn't actually detrimental to this activity, but she had a tendency to sneak up on him and do something embarassing when he got really into it. So, better take the chance while she was otherwise occupied and temporarily unable to wreak havoc.

It was incredibly easy, he thought, to forget everything that had happened if he let himself. It wasn't so much that he needed the escape, because by and large there hadn't been a whole lot of effect on him. Things changed, sure, but that was kind of a part of life, in his opinion, and he did his best not to let things get to him too much if there wasn't anything he could do about it. He left the pointless posturing up to Caxith, because she seemed to enjoy the reputation boosters. Besides, nobody actually believed said posturing until they saw it (usually mid-feeding). Most of the time the green appeared to be very similar to a giant feline. But...well, nobody could say that she didn't have personality.

There wasn't much he would put before himself--his siblings, for one, and that was only because it had been drilled into his head since he hit puberty. Caxith was another one of those exceptions, and it wasn't because he'd been taught that way. The little green dragonet had wormed her way in and curled herself around his heart.

You wouldn't have it any other way, came the lazy reply, and the greenrider looked up from where he'd been watching a pair of weyrbrats play-wrestling in the shallow water to the green dragon paddling lazily towards the shore. Pushing himself to his feet, he grinned. Of course not. What would I ever do without you? Crooning gently as she levered herself out of the water and shook the excess out of her wings. Be bored out of your mind, of course.

I feel like that turned into something from a corny romance novel really quickly. :/