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11.Jun.13, 04:27 PM
No.
No.
NO. It's getting ridiculous. Even you have to admit that. Three sevendays is too long a time for you to go without a bath. I'm already doing you a favor by taking you out of public view, unless you want the whole of the Weyr to witness what a baby you are about a bit of water.
Besulth, insulted, banked hard to the left, jarring his unprepared rider. "Uneccesary," C'vir muttered, straightening in his riding straps. Getting the brown to bathe was always an ordeal -- one that worsened when the dragon felt he was being watched. To appease Besulth's specific shyness, the pair was headed to the river in search of a bathing spot that would afford the reluctant brown more privacy than the crowded shores of the lake. The rider, as eager as his dragon to avoid public embarassment, didn't mind the making the marginally longer journey to find a secluded spot.
Besulth slowed as he neared the river, putting off the torture as much as was in his power.
Find a patch of land you like and get down there, his rider insisted, aware of the stalling strategy The dragon, unenthusiastic but obedient, scanned the surface of the river below him, searching for a satisfactorily shallow area. The only thing he disliked more than water was deep water. Besulth's survey of his surroundings didn't yield any ideal locations, -- ideal would have been never bathing again -- but it did produce something that would make C'vir nearly as uncomfortable with the circumstances as he was. Below them, afloat on the water, was something scantily-clad and gleaming in the afternoon sun. The brown wasn't one to waste an opportunity. He dropped into a hasty descent, earning another curse from his rider. A little warning would be nice. Didn't expect you to suddenly turn so eager.
The brown landed with practiced grace a short distance away from Atlan, privately addressing the swimming man.
