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28.Apr.15, 11:43 PM
[I forgot the date and year LOL]
N’mor stepped back, frowning mildly at his dragon. The large bronze looked back at him with amusement, the emotion heavy on their bond. It had taken the young rider far longer than normal to get the assorted leather straps onto his beast, a task that had been growing increasingly difficult over the past month. N'mor knew what that meant, unfortunately.
“You're due a refit,” he sighed rubbing his hand over his face and back through his shaggy dark blonde hair. He was in need of a haircut, but it was far from the top of his priority list. Rhezalth gave a low rumble of amusement and shook himself bodily, wings rustling as he settled then back against his sides.And a bath. And oil. He added cheerfully, nudging N'mor in the belly when the teen groaned.
“Yeah,” N'mor mumbled. Rhezalth was right, he was due a bath. N'mor scrunched his nose up a little bit and ran his hand through his hair once more. “We’ll head up to one of the holds so the brats can do your bath and oil,” he decided, walking around the bronze. “I'll need to get onto making you new straps though. I don't think you'll get any more length now but I think if you puff out you'll burst what you're wearing.
Nonsense, they fit fine. However a new set will be faster to get in and out of. the leathers the pair used were modified from those in use by other pairs, designed to cinch together via expanding doubled up straps. While it had meant N'mor hadn't needed to make as many while Rhezalth was growing – as they could just be loosened – it meant that when Rhezalth did finally grow too large, the pair didn't have any straps at all. N'mor had barely managed to squeeze the fully expanded set over his dragon’s head and they had barely needed tightening.
“What is T’ryn doing?” He asked, tugging under the strap around Rhezalth’s neck as the dragon paused to contact his clutch-brother.Nothing important, came a moment later and N'mor wondered with amusement why he bothered; his dragon was convinced T'ryn never did anything important, especially when N'mor wanted to see him.
The young rider started releasing clasps and loosening the straps as much as he could. “Ask him to come find us when he's finished doing his unimportant things,” N'mor gave his dragon a pointed look as he ducked under his belly to release more straps and start helping his bonded out of it. “I'm going to need his help putting together more straps for you. We’ll have to arrange a hunting trip to collect more leather. Maybe tomorrow if nothing is on, maybe the next. So don't eat or you won't have room to gorge yourself afterwards.”
Awesome! What will we be hunting?
“Felines for furs, if we find any. But herd beasts for your gear.”
N’mor stepped back, frowning mildly at his dragon. The large bronze looked back at him with amusement, the emotion heavy on their bond. It had taken the young rider far longer than normal to get the assorted leather straps onto his beast, a task that had been growing increasingly difficult over the past month. N'mor knew what that meant, unfortunately.
“You're due a refit,” he sighed rubbing his hand over his face and back through his shaggy dark blonde hair. He was in need of a haircut, but it was far from the top of his priority list. Rhezalth gave a low rumble of amusement and shook himself bodily, wings rustling as he settled then back against his sides.
“Yeah,” N'mor mumbled. Rhezalth was right, he was due a bath. N'mor scrunched his nose up a little bit and ran his hand through his hair once more. “We’ll head up to one of the holds so the brats can do your bath and oil,” he decided, walking around the bronze. “I'll need to get onto making you new straps though. I don't think you'll get any more length now but I think if you puff out you'll burst what you're wearing.
“What is T’ryn doing?” He asked, tugging under the strap around Rhezalth’s neck as the dragon paused to contact his clutch-brother.
The young rider started releasing clasps and loosening the straps as much as he could. “Ask him to come find us when he's finished doing his unimportant things,” N'mor gave his dragon a pointed look as he ducked under his belly to release more straps and start helping his bonded out of it. “I'm going to need his help putting together more straps for you. We’ll have to arrange a hunting trip to collect more leather. Maybe tomorrow if nothing is on, maybe the next. So don't eat or you won't have room to gorge yourself afterwards.”
“Felines for furs, if we find any. But herd beasts for your gear.”
