13.Feb.12, 06:10 AM
Par'a smiled at Kerrin as he set the used oil down. "Ah, she always does. No matter!" She turned to Grith, giving her a gentle slap on the shoulder. Standing on the tip of her toes she peered over the Green again. "We'll apply the oil, then you pull and we can push, okay?" She suggested to Tsuen. Turning back she dragged the bucket closer to Grith, wincing at the grating sound it made on the floor. Glancing around she sighed, there didn't appear to be an easy way to get the oil onto Grith's sides. Peering at her clothes she shrugged, at least in her early rising from her slumber she had only thrown on some older, less treasured ones.
Unwrapping the thick sash around her waist she submerged it into the oil, cradling it as she pulled it out. Moving quickly she brought it over Grith, squeezing the oil off onto her hide and using the sash to try and push it down between the frame and her dragon. Looking back at Kerrin, she gestured to him that he should do the same, but on the other side. Repeating the motions a few times she paused to inspect the level of the oil. Pell? Grith ventured hesitantly. 'What's up?' It's hurting… Grith's eyes were slowly whirling a pale grey, her small, dainty head turned towards her rider.
Reaching out Par'a touched Grith's wing joint tenderly, it had only fully healed a week or so ago after she had sprained it during a playful flight. With the pressure the door frame was putting on it, Par'a could feel her shoulder aching faintly as a reflection of her dragon. "Tsuen, start pulling gently. Her wing joint that she sprained is aching, we need her out soon." She called over her Green. Grabbing the bucket she began to slop more oil onto her side, not caring if it dripped on the floor or her clothes anymore. Grith wriggled as she sensed her rider's urgency, not as wildly as she had earlier though, this time just slightly with her body.
Unwrapping the thick sash around her waist she submerged it into the oil, cradling it as she pulled it out. Moving quickly she brought it over Grith, squeezing the oil off onto her hide and using the sash to try and push it down between the frame and her dragon. Looking back at Kerrin, she gestured to him that he should do the same, but on the other side. Repeating the motions a few times she paused to inspect the level of the oil. Pell? Grith ventured hesitantly. 'What's up?' It's hurting… Grith's eyes were slowly whirling a pale grey, her small, dainty head turned towards her rider.
Reaching out Par'a touched Grith's wing joint tenderly, it had only fully healed a week or so ago after she had sprained it during a playful flight. With the pressure the door frame was putting on it, Par'a could feel her shoulder aching faintly as a reflection of her dragon. "Tsuen, start pulling gently. Her wing joint that she sprained is aching, we need her out soon." She called over her Green. Grabbing the bucket she began to slop more oil onto her side, not caring if it dripped on the floor or her clothes anymore. Grith wriggled as she sensed her rider's urgency, not as wildly as she had earlier though, this time just slightly with her body.
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