10.Apr.13, 02:22 AM
R'ana dipped her head in a nod and curled up. "Let me guess, that's what we wimminfolk are for." Teasing underlay her voice, though there was a ring of seriousness there too. She returned the kiss to the cheek, adding in, "Spoiling you menfolk and cooking and cleaning for you." Her words were light, laced with humor. R'ana didn't mind cooking and cleaning, though she knew some of the female riders did. She had never seen the point in getting upset about it though.
Shanith, meanwhile, itched. The green held still gamely for awhile and then squirmed slightly, trying to hide from R'ana that she itched. Itching meant being bathed and holding still. Then being oiled and holding still. Then drying and holding still. Then a repeat of it when she failed to hold still for all of it and R'ana had to start over. The dragon hated oiling and always kicked a fuss over it. Finally though she had to give in and wriggle free of Olemuth, stepping away from him. She was heedless of the fact that it dislodged R'ana slightly, only of the fact her back itched! She rolled to her backa dn wriggled about on the grass, creeling softly, and then hearing the words she dreaded most.
"Looks like you need oiling, love."
Nononononono! I'm fine! Perfectly fine! She spun around quickly, and added, See? No cracking or peeling or dry spots! I'm perfectly fine! After that she hid behind Olemuth. R'ana looked at her debating whether to chase her dragon down and bathe and oil her right now or wait until tomorrow. The green caught the sense of her thoughts and shrank further behind Olemuth, preparing to run if R'ana decided to oil her now.
Shanith, meanwhile, itched. The green held still gamely for awhile and then squirmed slightly, trying to hide from R'ana that she itched. Itching meant being bathed and holding still. Then being oiled and holding still. Then drying and holding still. Then a repeat of it when she failed to hold still for all of it and R'ana had to start over. The dragon hated oiling and always kicked a fuss over it. Finally though she had to give in and wriggle free of Olemuth, stepping away from him. She was heedless of the fact that it dislodged R'ana slightly, only of the fact her back itched! She rolled to her backa dn wriggled about on the grass, creeling softly, and then hearing the words she dreaded most.
"Looks like you need oiling, love."