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12.Jul.21, 05:00 PM
No! It's smaller than that. Guess again! Hispidath's tail gave a pleased swoosh behind him. He wasn't sure if there was a way to win the game, but he felt that if there was he was probably pretty close. Then again he didn't know if there was a way to lose it either. Either way hopefully it would continue to be fun and if it wasn't then they could change the game to something else now that Rh'us was awake.
The healer fumbled through his pockets until he found a pencil and a scrap bit of paper that Hispidath had torn from his notebook so that he could scribble down the name of the cream. "Make sure you don't slather on too much. You'll just want to cover the area, maybe cover that up with loose bandages or something. If he tries to lick it will taste quite bitter and his mouth might become numb. Just double check with Nari-" He's N'noa now! Rh'us sighed, why did dragons insist on giving everyone silly new names? It's not silly it's nice. "Yes, of course... anyway, check with N'noa just in case, and probably let T'cai or one of his assistants know or something." That way if anything went wrong it wouldn't be solely his fault.
"I don't think oil could hurt, helps their skin anyway so long as you don't just pour it into an open wound I imagine..." Rh'us started to scratch at his own arm as he felt itchy and when the sensation refused to let up he scowled and rolled just enough to grab onto his bronze and wrestle him closer. "Come here, you." With only minor initial flailing, Hispidath settled in for his own oiling, letting out a pleased chirp at the attention his rider was giving him.
At least Rh'us didn't have to reach far to get a rag and some oil; with all the weyrlings out there were supplies scattered everywhere and the weyrlingmaster and his assistants helping where they could to bring more oil or food as the dragonets demanded. He found it annoying so far, dedicating all of his time to Hispidath. At least the bronze didn't seem particularly bothered by that, he knew his mate was grumpy now, but he knew that there was so much more than that and he loved him all the same. One day I'll be big and I'll help you. "I'll be sure to teach you how to stitch," Rh'us responded with dry amusement.
Though it would be a while before he could get back to that. Once the itching had subsided, he focused back on Ta'sin, mostly ignoring the game as Hispidath continued to give clues as needed. "Are you a weyrbrat or did you get searched and snatched up from a promising apprenticeship somewhere?" He assumed the new brownrider was a weyrbrat, but he couldn't quite place him in his memory.
The healer fumbled through his pockets until he found a pencil and a scrap bit of paper that Hispidath had torn from his notebook so that he could scribble down the name of the cream. "Make sure you don't slather on too much. You'll just want to cover the area, maybe cover that up with loose bandages or something. If he tries to lick it will taste quite bitter and his mouth might become numb. Just double check with Nari-" He's N'noa now! Rh'us sighed, why did dragons insist on giving everyone silly new names? It's not silly it's nice. "Yes, of course... anyway, check with N'noa just in case, and probably let T'cai or one of his assistants know or something." That way if anything went wrong it wouldn't be solely his fault.
"I don't think oil could hurt, helps their skin anyway so long as you don't just pour it into an open wound I imagine..." Rh'us started to scratch at his own arm as he felt itchy and when the sensation refused to let up he scowled and rolled just enough to grab onto his bronze and wrestle him closer. "Come here, you." With only minor initial flailing, Hispidath settled in for his own oiling, letting out a pleased chirp at the attention his rider was giving him.
At least Rh'us didn't have to reach far to get a rag and some oil; with all the weyrlings out there were supplies scattered everywhere and the weyrlingmaster and his assistants helping where they could to bring more oil or food as the dragonets demanded. He found it annoying so far, dedicating all of his time to Hispidath. At least the bronze didn't seem particularly bothered by that, he knew his mate was grumpy now, but he knew that there was so much more than that and he loved him all the same. One day I'll be big and I'll help you. "I'll be sure to teach you how to stitch," Rh'us responded with dry amusement.
Though it would be a while before he could get back to that. Once the itching had subsided, he focused back on Ta'sin, mostly ignoring the game as Hispidath continued to give clues as needed. "Are you a weyrbrat or did you get searched and snatched up from a promising apprenticeship somewhere?" He assumed the new brownrider was a weyrbrat, but he couldn't quite place him in his memory.
