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08.Sep.18, 03:28 PM
Halomirth swiveled her head so she could look at the bluerider pressed against her side, I’m okay! They said it’s not too bad at all, it’s just itchy, she reassured him, partially unfolding her wing to show off her burn. The area had been left uncovered, as apparently minor burns healed better in air (at least that’s what the Healer had told F’drel), and the constant low-level pain had stopped a few hours ago. The main concern was due to how delicate dragon wings were, but Miri was young and expected to heal fully with little scarring. Miri wasn’t terribly bothered about it anymore. When it happened she’d been in shock, not ever having been burned before, and the first few hours had hurt, but it wasn’t so bad now and she was already forgetting that her dangerously close betweening had caused her any problems at all.
Oh, he’s very gentle, it actually feels kind of nice. Halomirth told R’dal as she positioned her wing so that F’drel could reach all the slightly hurting spots. Mostly she just though the numbweed smelled funny, though it was nice and cool and made her hurt less. You won’t need to bite him. He usually likes it when people bite him anyways, so it wouldn’t tell him off. F’drel, who was about to pick up the numbweed spun around, completely confounded.
“Miri!” he said aghast, staring at as his dragon. Of all the things for her to say!
What? she asked, not sure why what she’d said was embarrassing or unexpected, I’m not wrong. Zei— F’drel could guess where she was going and that was not a conversation he wanted to have right then.
“Not the time, Miri, it’s time to dress your injury.” He said quickly, interrupting his dragon’s train of thought.
Right! she chirped, readily agreeing to the topic change, already thinking more about how once her wing had the stuff on it they got to cuddle!
F’drel took his time with Miri’s wing, both wanting to be thorough because Miri deserved the best care and because he needed a moment to recover from his talkative dragon’s unwitting antics. Honestly! ’You have no sense of privacy, do you?’ he asked her, gently applying the numbweed to the burns. Do I need one? Miri asked, sounding genuinely unsure. ’I would appreciate it if you did,’ F’drel thought with a sigh. I will think about it. she promised. F’drel had no doubt she meant it and also no doubt she'd forget about it within the day.
When Halomirth’s wing was properly tended to and the numbweed put away, F’drel turned to the blanket nest R’dal had constructed. He was rather relieved they hadn’t tried to move his mattress — it sounded like far too much effort on a regular day, and they were both far more tired than a regular day. The amount of blankets R’dal managed to find surprised him. Did he have this many blankets? Maybe there had been some in the back of the closet he’d forgotten about. There was still only the one pillow at least, as F’drel only used one and he wasn’t exactly trying to encourage guests. At least the blanket nest looked comfortable.
He couldn’t help raising an eyebrow at R’dal’s assumption about his cuddling preferences — and wasn’t that a weird phrase — but didn’t feel like questioning it right then. It would have required more brain power than F’drel currently possessed. Instead he just sighed and took off his boots, stalling for time a bit by going to lean them neatly against the wall before finally returning to the blanket nest and, after pausing for a moment, lying down. F’drel positioned himself towards the edge of the nest, with has back against Halomirth. Initiating cuddling wasn’t exactly something he was comfortable doing, so he watched the bluerider with his eyes half closed instead, assuming if the man really wanted cuddles he’d do something about it. F’drel really just wanted to sleep.
Oh, he’s very gentle, it actually feels kind of nice. Halomirth told R’dal as she positioned her wing so that F’drel could reach all the slightly hurting spots. Mostly she just though the numbweed smelled funny, though it was nice and cool and made her hurt less. You won’t need to bite him. He usually likes it when people bite him anyways, so it wouldn’t tell him off. F’drel, who was about to pick up the numbweed spun around, completely confounded.
“Miri!” he said aghast, staring at as his dragon. Of all the things for her to say!
What? she asked, not sure why what she’d said was embarrassing or unexpected, I’m not wrong. Zei— F’drel could guess where she was going and that was not a conversation he wanted to have right then.
“Not the time, Miri, it’s time to dress your injury.” He said quickly, interrupting his dragon’s train of thought.
Right! she chirped, readily agreeing to the topic change, already thinking more about how once her wing had the stuff on it they got to cuddle!
F’drel took his time with Miri’s wing, both wanting to be thorough because Miri deserved the best care and because he needed a moment to recover from his talkative dragon’s unwitting antics. Honestly! ’You have no sense of privacy, do you?’ he asked her, gently applying the numbweed to the burns. Do I need one? Miri asked, sounding genuinely unsure. ’I would appreciate it if you did,’ F’drel thought with a sigh. I will think about it. she promised. F’drel had no doubt she meant it and also no doubt she'd forget about it within the day.
When Halomirth’s wing was properly tended to and the numbweed put away, F’drel turned to the blanket nest R’dal had constructed. He was rather relieved they hadn’t tried to move his mattress — it sounded like far too much effort on a regular day, and they were both far more tired than a regular day. The amount of blankets R’dal managed to find surprised him. Did he have this many blankets? Maybe there had been some in the back of the closet he’d forgotten about. There was still only the one pillow at least, as F’drel only used one and he wasn’t exactly trying to encourage guests. At least the blanket nest looked comfortable.
He couldn’t help raising an eyebrow at R’dal’s assumption about his cuddling preferences — and wasn’t that a weird phrase — but didn’t feel like questioning it right then. It would have required more brain power than F’drel currently possessed. Instead he just sighed and took off his boots, stalling for time a bit by going to lean them neatly against the wall before finally returning to the blanket nest and, after pausing for a moment, lying down. F’drel positioned himself towards the edge of the nest, with has back against Halomirth. Initiating cuddling wasn’t exactly something he was comfortable doing, so he watched the bluerider with his eyes half closed instead, assuming if the man really wanted cuddles he’d do something about it. F’drel really just wanted to sleep.
