08.Oct.19, 06:38 PM
“Oh, no, I don’t mind at all,” J’shom said, shaking his head, and he handed a clean cloth over to Beckitt. “And of course Siolilth doesn’t mind. One more person doting on her, after all.” He smiled up at his dragon as she tossed her head elegantly, though she made no protest.
With no prompting Siolilth started directing them both to where she needed oiling, sighing happily every time one of them started on a new spot. It’s mutually beneficial, you know, she informed J’shom, I stop itching and don’t develop an unsightly dry hide, and it’s good for your hands after playing so much. J’shom shook his head fondly, rubbing more oil into a spot on her shoulder. I know I’ve pointed it out before, but it would make a good deal of sense if you oiled me after every time you played, she added.
’Some calluses are actually good for playing, sweetheart,’ he reminded her, with the tone of someone who’s pointed out the same thing many times. Even if it was certainly good for the hands to oil a dragon, and of course good for the dragon, if J’shom oiled her every time he so much as touched an instrument he’d never get anything done. Siolilth sighed and gave up for the moment, instead directing her rider towards another spot that needed oil.
They oiled quietly for a bit, the only noises Siolilth’s contented hums and the soft sounds of cloth on hide. J’shom fell easily into the rhythm of oiling a dragon, and somewhat zoned out as he focused on the task. He was brought mostly back to the world when Beckitt’s hand brushed against his, and J’shom’s hand stilled, his attention brought to Beckitt instead of oiling Siolilth. It was only maybe a beat before he started oiling Siolilth again, ignoring it as a result of working in close proximity. He’d only been so distracted by it because he’d been so absorbed in his task and the light touch had brought him out of it. No point giving it undue attention.
With no prompting Siolilth started directing them both to where she needed oiling, sighing happily every time one of them started on a new spot. It’s mutually beneficial, you know, she informed J’shom, I stop itching and don’t develop an unsightly dry hide, and it’s good for your hands after playing so much. J’shom shook his head fondly, rubbing more oil into a spot on her shoulder. I know I’ve pointed it out before, but it would make a good deal of sense if you oiled me after every time you played, she added.
’Some calluses are actually good for playing, sweetheart,’ he reminded her, with the tone of someone who’s pointed out the same thing many times. Even if it was certainly good for the hands to oil a dragon, and of course good for the dragon, if J’shom oiled her every time he so much as touched an instrument he’d never get anything done. Siolilth sighed and gave up for the moment, instead directing her rider towards another spot that needed oil.
They oiled quietly for a bit, the only noises Siolilth’s contented hums and the soft sounds of cloth on hide. J’shom fell easily into the rhythm of oiling a dragon, and somewhat zoned out as he focused on the task. He was brought mostly back to the world when Beckitt’s hand brushed against his, and J’shom’s hand stilled, his attention brought to Beckitt instead of oiling Siolilth. It was only maybe a beat before he started oiling Siolilth again, ignoring it as a result of working in close proximity. He’d only been so distracted by it because he’d been so absorbed in his task and the light touch had brought him out of it. No point giving it undue attention.