27.Aug.13, 02:48 AM
Arddra enjoyed how musical Morith's voice was and relished hearing it in her mind. She wondered if all dragon's voices sounded thus? His snort stopped her mind from wondering as she focused on what Morith was saying.
"Oh I definitely don't think of you as a potato, ever. But I understand what you are saying Morith. One can scrub a potato fairly hard without stripping the skin...especially the old tough ones, but the new potatoes you have to be more careful. I expect a hatchling would need a gentler touch."
"I may be very vigorous with my own skin so vigorous Morith will not like it at all," Arddra smiled at V'riy half shyly, half mischievously. It isn't often she's been playful with anybody, much less a dragonrider. But she felt safe with Morith and V'riy, in fact she felt more her old self.
Turning her attention back to the job at hand, she resumed scrubbing, focusing on not scrubbing the same spot too long and not missing any place. "I don't think it will be boring, knowing that each stroke is being enjoyed by such a wonderful being as the dragon one is bonded to."
After some time had passed Arddra was feeling discomfort in her arms, Morith really was large and she normally didn't scrub at this angle. Usually she was on her hands and knees scrubbing floors. Maybe it would be easier if she climbed on top of Morith and scrubbed that way. Taking a step back she regarded the area she cleaned so far. There was still more dragon to do and she couldn't reach as high as V'riy even with the long handled scrub brush.
"How do you clean the wings or is that next lesson?" Arddra asked, looking at the delicate wing membranes. They looked so thin and fragile.
"Oh I definitely don't think of you as a potato, ever. But I understand what you are saying Morith. One can scrub a potato fairly hard without stripping the skin...especially the old tough ones, but the new potatoes you have to be more careful. I expect a hatchling would need a gentler touch."
"I may be very vigorous with my own skin so vigorous Morith will not like it at all," Arddra smiled at V'riy half shyly, half mischievously. It isn't often she's been playful with anybody, much less a dragonrider. But she felt safe with Morith and V'riy, in fact she felt more her old self.
Turning her attention back to the job at hand, she resumed scrubbing, focusing on not scrubbing the same spot too long and not missing any place. "I don't think it will be boring, knowing that each stroke is being enjoyed by such a wonderful being as the dragon one is bonded to."
After some time had passed Arddra was feeling discomfort in her arms, Morith really was large and she normally didn't scrub at this angle. Usually she was on her hands and knees scrubbing floors. Maybe it would be easier if she climbed on top of Morith and scrubbed that way. Taking a step back she regarded the area she cleaned so far. There was still more dragon to do and she couldn't reach as high as V'riy even with the long handled scrub brush.
"How do you clean the wings or is that next lesson?" Arddra asked, looking at the delicate wing membranes. They looked so thin and fragile.