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11.Sep.12, 12:15 AM
Valerian was sorely tempted to call Veeth back and have them pack up, either to another spot down the shore or back to the river. If those two were going to flirt and fondle each other the entire time, he really didn’t need to be there. Besides, B’jin was acting odd. Well, odder than usual and that was saying a lot. While trying to figure out if perhaps the greenrider was drunk or lacking in sleep, Valerian ended up only mildly boggling over the fact that Larrikith was bounding toward him. It wasn’t like she kept her distance from him, and in fact still seemed excited to see him, it was just her decision to never talk to him again that had changed in their friendship. It still bothered the blue weyrling and green eyes widened slightly when he finally clued in she was approaching for him and not Veeth who had now joined them back on the beach as well. She was clearly coming over to properly greet him and Valerian lifted a hand to pet her nuzzling nose when she was suddenly pouring water over his head.
His mouth hung open in shock; the water still dripping down from very wet clinging strands of hair which he actually had to brush out of his eyes. “Larrikith!” He called out, incredulous, as the green pranced away with a giggle. Valerian wasn’t sure if he was annoyed at being wet in general or slightly disturbed that the water he was now drenched in came from a dragon’s mouth. Either way, his mouth finally closed and set into his usual semi-pout of indifference as he poked at the hem of his shirt. “Too late,” he finally replied when his green gaze lifted to B’jin to see his friend doing his best not to laugh while R’nd openly did so. The tables needed turning. Now. Valerian didn’t like all of them teaming up against him; he had enough trouble with Larrikith on her own when water was near. He just needed to find a way to get one of them to join his side for some teasing.
Crinkling his nose in another moment of annoyance, Valerian ended up joining the club with stripping off his shirt and laying it out on a rock to help it dry. Even though his pants were already well on their way to being entirely soaked, Valerian rolled up each leg to his knee to help keep them somewhat dry when he actually got around to bathing Veeth but he knew it was a fairly futile action and only served to keep himself momentarily distracted. With shoes toed off, the bag of supplies was grabbed and Valerian dared to move closer to the water’s edge to get down to business.
Will we still be able to play after? I like spending time with Larrikith and Ayyonth. Valerian shrugged as he dug through the bag, We’ll see. I don’t see why you can’t sun with them if you want while I go for a quick swim. It all depended on what the older dragons were up to afterwards but for now that satisfied Veeth and he dutifully stood still as Valerian started scrubbing the pretty hide. His dragon loved to keep up appearances and never struggled when it came to bath time. As he worked, more of the straggling bits of weyrling hide finally fell away save for one stubborn spot of dark blue. Valerian frowned as he put a little more pressure on it to help it free since it seemed to be the last on Veeth’s left side but it didn’t seem to budge.
Ow! Veeth whined with a nudge of his head to Valerian’s shoulder. Are you trying to rub the blue right off of me? I love Pistoth but I don’t want to be as pale as him.
His mouth hung open in shock; the water still dripping down from very wet clinging strands of hair which he actually had to brush out of his eyes. “Larrikith!” He called out, incredulous, as the green pranced away with a giggle. Valerian wasn’t sure if he was annoyed at being wet in general or slightly disturbed that the water he was now drenched in came from a dragon’s mouth. Either way, his mouth finally closed and set into his usual semi-pout of indifference as he poked at the hem of his shirt. “Too late,” he finally replied when his green gaze lifted to B’jin to see his friend doing his best not to laugh while R’nd openly did so. The tables needed turning. Now. Valerian didn’t like all of them teaming up against him; he had enough trouble with Larrikith on her own when water was near. He just needed to find a way to get one of them to join his side for some teasing.
Crinkling his nose in another moment of annoyance, Valerian ended up joining the club with stripping off his shirt and laying it out on a rock to help it dry. Even though his pants were already well on their way to being entirely soaked, Valerian rolled up each leg to his knee to help keep them somewhat dry when he actually got around to bathing Veeth but he knew it was a fairly futile action and only served to keep himself momentarily distracted. With shoes toed off, the bag of supplies was grabbed and Valerian dared to move closer to the water’s edge to get down to business.
Will we still be able to play after? I like spending time with Larrikith and Ayyonth. Valerian shrugged as he dug through the bag, We’ll see. I don’t see why you can’t sun with them if you want while I go for a quick swim. It all depended on what the older dragons were up to afterwards but for now that satisfied Veeth and he dutifully stood still as Valerian started scrubbing the pretty hide. His dragon loved to keep up appearances and never struggled when it came to bath time. As he worked, more of the straggling bits of weyrling hide finally fell away save for one stubborn spot of dark blue. Valerian frowned as he put a little more pressure on it to help it free since it seemed to be the last on Veeth’s left side but it didn’t seem to budge.
Ow! Veeth whined with a nudge of his head to Valerian’s shoulder. Are you trying to rub the blue right off of me? I love Pistoth but I don’t want to be as pale as him.
