01.Jan.14, 11:53 AM
No.
“Go on, now, get in.”
No.
“You’ll feel a lot better when you’re nice and clean.”
No.
“We can go out for a nice flight when we’re done. Stretch your wings a bit.”
No.
C’dre sighed, glowering at the dragon who was now crouched like a stalking feline on the damp sands of the lake shore. “All the other dragons are enjoying it,” he pointed out truthfully, indicating the busy lake with an expansive sweep of his arm. “The water’s not even cold. It’s refreshing.”
No.
“It’ll be raining again in no time and you’ll be sorry that you passed it up.”
No.
There was a damp, dull ‘thwap’ as C’dre smacked the green’s side with the long-handled bathing brush. “You’re being a real wherry about this, m’girl,” he complained to her irritably. “Keep it up and I’ll get one of those big bronzes over there to drag your bony arse into the water!”
Small person.
The greenrider barked out a note of surprised laughter. “What kind of insult is that? I’m no small person, and you know it, and besides… oh, hello,” he said with a blink, looking down at the girl who had approached them. He wasn’t sure he recognized her, but that wasn’t a shock. It seemed like there were more young brats underfoot with every passing turn, which was all well and proper. This one was approaching candidate age, unless he were greatly mistaken. Might explain her interest in Hamith, though it would be more proper for her to be off fussing over one of the many young golds that Katila had produced.
An extra pair of hands, though, was never something to be turned down lightly.
“I’m C’dre,” he said by way of introduction, “and this stubborn green sack of bones is Hamith.”
Aware that she was being spoken of, the green peered up from her huddled crouch, eyeing man and child suspiciously. Why does it want to touch me?
C’dre beamed out a broad, mischievous smile as an idea occurred to him. “Of course you can pet her, dear. Get right around to this side.” He pointed out a spot on Hamith’s flank, away from the lake edge. “Give her a good scratching, she won’t mind.”
… what?
“She looooves being touched by strangers.”
No. What are you doing?
“Go on, now, get in.”
No.
“You’ll feel a lot better when you’re nice and clean.”
No.
“We can go out for a nice flight when we’re done. Stretch your wings a bit.”
No.
C’dre sighed, glowering at the dragon who was now crouched like a stalking feline on the damp sands of the lake shore. “All the other dragons are enjoying it,” he pointed out truthfully, indicating the busy lake with an expansive sweep of his arm. “The water’s not even cold. It’s refreshing.”
No.
“It’ll be raining again in no time and you’ll be sorry that you passed it up.”
No.
There was a damp, dull ‘thwap’ as C’dre smacked the green’s side with the long-handled bathing brush. “You’re being a real wherry about this, m’girl,” he complained to her irritably. “Keep it up and I’ll get one of those big bronzes over there to drag your bony arse into the water!”
Small person.
The greenrider barked out a note of surprised laughter. “What kind of insult is that? I’m no small person, and you know it, and besides… oh, hello,” he said with a blink, looking down at the girl who had approached them. He wasn’t sure he recognized her, but that wasn’t a shock. It seemed like there were more young brats underfoot with every passing turn, which was all well and proper. This one was approaching candidate age, unless he were greatly mistaken. Might explain her interest in Hamith, though it would be more proper for her to be off fussing over one of the many young golds that Katila had produced.
An extra pair of hands, though, was never something to be turned down lightly.
“I’m C’dre,” he said by way of introduction, “and this stubborn green sack of bones is Hamith.”
Aware that she was being spoken of, the green peered up from her huddled crouch, eyeing man and child suspiciously. Why does it want to touch me?
C’dre beamed out a broad, mischievous smile as an idea occurred to him. “Of course you can pet her, dear. Get right around to this side.” He pointed out a spot on Hamith’s flank, away from the lake edge. “Give her a good scratching, she won’t mind.”
… what?
“She looooves being touched by strangers.”
No. What are you doing?