23.Sep.22, 12:13 AM
Call him a spoiled lordling as much as you like, Z’kel still wasn’t used to communal bathing. The first few weeks of weyrlinghood it hardly mattered; everyone was too tired to notice anyone else doing anything. Now that things were a little calmer and they were all getting a little more sleep, Z’kel couldn’t help but think about it.
It wasn’t that he was embarrassed or anything–Z’kel had a high opinion of his own looks and no shame in that regard–but bathing used to be a time he could be alone for a while and relax. He was finding it hard to relax when he kept being startled by other people coming in and moving around. The dragonets definitely didn’t help with that, either.
I am not a distraction, Seravath grumbled from the area of heated rock set aside for young dragonets unwilling to let their riders out of sight for long enough to bathe.
“Other dragons, sweetheart,” Z’kel clarified. Seravath grumbled good naturedly now that her special status was reaffirmed and settled her head more comfortably against her front legs. Z’kel very carefully shoved away any thoughts that yes, even Seravath sometimes was too much; she was still better than anyone else. Mylorah would probably be rather a lot to share a bath with at this point, and Tazi tried to make sure they didn’t end up bathing at the same time. In fact, he tried to fit bath time in at weird hours to avoid sharing space with as many people as possible.
He sighed, and set about rinsing his hair. So far, his bath that day had been solitary—other than Seravath of course who didn’t count–but Z’kel could hear someone approaching, the tell-tale scratch of dragon claws on stone. Z’kel grabbed a bottle of hair oil and started to massage it in, carefully not watching the door in his best attempt to maintain the illusion of privacy.
It wasn’t that he was embarrassed or anything–Z’kel had a high opinion of his own looks and no shame in that regard–but bathing used to be a time he could be alone for a while and relax. He was finding it hard to relax when he kept being startled by other people coming in and moving around. The dragonets definitely didn’t help with that, either.
“Other dragons, sweetheart,” Z’kel clarified. Seravath grumbled good naturedly now that her special status was reaffirmed and settled her head more comfortably against her front legs. Z’kel very carefully shoved away any thoughts that yes, even Seravath sometimes was too much; she was still better than anyone else. Mylorah would probably be rather a lot to share a bath with at this point, and Tazi tried to make sure they didn’t end up bathing at the same time. In fact, he tried to fit bath time in at weird hours to avoid sharing space with as many people as possible.
He sighed, and set about rinsing his hair. So far, his bath that day had been solitary—other than Seravath of course who didn’t count–but Z’kel could hear someone approaching, the tell-tale scratch of dragon claws on stone. Z’kel grabbed a bottle of hair oil and started to massage it in, carefully not watching the door in his best attempt to maintain the illusion of privacy.