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14.Apr.12, 09:20 AM
O'wain was only half awake lying on the sands of the lake. For the first time since spring he was actually clothed as he snoozed on the shore of the lake. It felt good to be away from the hustle and bustle of the weyr and even though it was too cool to bake nude it was still nice and relaxing by the water. Beside him Nishkath was stretched out, gentley itching the scar on his face.
"You know you shouldn't scratch at that." O'wain thought teasingly to his dragon. The scar had been irratating Nishkath ever since their botched attempt at flying Niranath. The poor dragon was always absent mindedly rubbing it and if he got too hot it was almost painfully itchy. O'wain was constantly trying to keep it cool and clean, even rubbing numbweed on it if it got too bad, but he thought it added a certain charming ruggedness to his companion. More then once he'd even managed to woo another girl to help him care for his poor, suffering dragon, right before they helped care for the "poor and suffering" rider as well.
You know shouldn't hide at the lake when you should be doing your chores. The brown replied, carefully grooming the pale strip of hide. Casually the dragon peered along the shore of the lake.
Come on now O'wain thought defensively "They can't honestly expect me to fix clothes can they? I mean really if it were up to me we wouldn't even need them."
No of course not. That would be horrible wouldn't it. Nishkath crooned condescendingly, still gazing up the shore. By the way you should hide a bit better, someone is here.
"Shards!" O'wain swore aloud, rolling over and scrambling towards the shrubbery at the sands edge. "Well come on you great oaf!" He thought angrily to his dragon, "Go between or something!"
Why? Nishkath replied, returning to the all important job of scar itching, I'm not the one doing anything wrong.
Rolling his eyes O'wain dejectedly settled into the brush. So much for a day of relaxation.
"You know you shouldn't scratch at that." O'wain thought teasingly to his dragon. The scar had been irratating Nishkath ever since their botched attempt at flying Niranath. The poor dragon was always absent mindedly rubbing it and if he got too hot it was almost painfully itchy. O'wain was constantly trying to keep it cool and clean, even rubbing numbweed on it if it got too bad, but he thought it added a certain charming ruggedness to his companion. More then once he'd even managed to woo another girl to help him care for his poor, suffering dragon, right before they helped care for the "poor and suffering" rider as well.
You know shouldn't hide at the lake when you should be doing your chores. The brown replied, carefully grooming the pale strip of hide. Casually the dragon peered along the shore of the lake.
Come on now O'wain thought defensively "They can't honestly expect me to fix clothes can they? I mean really if it were up to me we wouldn't even need them."
No of course not. That would be horrible wouldn't it. Nishkath crooned condescendingly, still gazing up the shore. By the way you should hide a bit better, someone is here.
"Shards!" O'wain swore aloud, rolling over and scrambling towards the shrubbery at the sands edge. "Well come on you great oaf!" He thought angrily to his dragon, "Go between or something!"
Why? Nishkath replied, returning to the all important job of scar itching, I'm not the one doing anything wrong.
Rolling his eyes O'wain dejectedly settled into the brush. So much for a day of relaxation.
