Fine and Mellow [B'sen]

[lith]Are you going to bathe me today or do I have to do it myself?[/lith] she asked a bit irritably. B’sen sighed. Its not like she couldn’t do it herself. Well… Mostly herself anyway. I suppose I can do it, he countered just as irritably. He wandered about the hut looking for her riding straps. He frowned when he found them. They were dry and beginning to crack. Useless. With a disgusted grumble he tossed them aside, he’d need to oil the leather before using them again and because her royal highness was badgering him, he didn’t have the time now to do it. [lith]I told you weeks ago to do that you know,[/lith] the green commented dryly having plundered his mind for the memory. He glared his way out the door and towards her. “We’re just going to the lake, its not like I need to have them,” he shot back, “And if you don’t stop mothering me, I’m just going to stay here and let you try to oil yourself.”

Lith growled at her rider as she settled down to allow him to leap to her neck. He was in an awfully foul mood for someone who enjoyed life so much. [lith]Awww.. Did that mean ol’ man break up with you?[/lith] she cooed. She didn’t know it but she was spot on with that snarky tease.  He had, in fact, broken it off with B’sen. B’sen couldn't help it if he had a lot of love to give and the man had gotten a touch annoyed with the amount he had. “Just stuff a sock in it, Lith, would ya?” he growled low.

They winged away from the hut and out towards the lake, and B’sen was once again struck by the simplistic beauty of their home. The view from dragon back was fantastic and never failed to take his breath away. It always seemed he could see for miles on end from up here. [lith]It is rather spectacular. I like living here and never want to go back north,[/lith] she said. What do you mean, go back north? You’ve never been to the north you silly wherry. You were [i]born here and never been anywhere else,[/i] he told her in reasonable tone. She was such a goose. [lith]True but I always see it when you remember it. I don’t think I would like it up there,[/lith] she replied. He just grunted.

Landing softly, B’sen jumped to the ground with a quiet groan. He was getting to old to do that. Not that twenty-eight was old, mind you, but his body had other ideas. He stretched his back out and moaned as it snapped and popped. Lith rumbled with amusement beside him. He acted like such an old man. She could hear another dragon at the lake and she wondered who it was as she lumbered forward.

Catching sight of the other green she yelled loudly, [lith]Look B’sen! Caxith and her rider are here! I like Caxith![/lith] B’sen chuckled at her enthusiasm as he walked towards T’rielle. “Catching a bit of sunshine before the rains? Or did Caxith annoy you with the need for a bath as well?” he asked pleasantly.

Well that got wordy didn’t it?
And there’s nothing wrong with a little bit of corny romance novel!