Watching and Washing [Tag Mad!]

[Rhush]

Srunae : Gold Danovelith

I am truly sorry to drag you from playing with those... canines, darling, but it is time for my bath, you know. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Srunae knew that Danovelith was merely using her afternoon bath as an excuse to get the weyrling out of the beastcraft pens and their muddy, messy inhabitants and in the lake for her own good. Oh certainly not dear. I just feel an itch on my left side I need taken care of... With just how big her left side was getting, Srunae couldn't be terribly surprised that the gold was starting to feel itchy. While Danovelith was anything but a gangly, awkward young queen, she was still growing-of course her hide would be stretching and thus getting itchy in the process.

Srunae almost didn't want to imagine just how big the gold would be-even though she wasn't going to be nearly as big as Sularenth. Poor Melana; she'd be cleaning that hide for candlemarks before one leg would be done if Sularenth turned out to be as big as she was looking to become. But, as Srunae looked down at herself, she figured she could use a bath just as much. Her clothes, obviously of the working variety, were caked with mud, slobber, and who knew what else, the pants anything but clean and the shirt smudged by various paw prints from canines jumping up on her. Her hair was tousled and loosely curling about in the air, having escaped the runnertail it had been stuffed into earlier. While she certainly wasn't clean, much to Danovelith's chagrin, her smudged face and bright eyes were alight with joy. At least she had enjoyed some fun before the role model gold had reigned her back in.

Said pale gold daintily slipped into the chilled water, undeterred by the fleeting chill of winter, and went about wetting down her hide. Oh come now Srunae, this can be just as much fun, you know. You love splashing about in the lake. The weyrling rolled her eyes, smiling at the gentle adoration in Danovelith's soft, melodic voice. That may be. But it's gotten colder, you know. Being in the water isn't as nice as it was. An indoor bathing pool large enough for the quickly growing dragonets would be an improvement for the barracks she would have to look into after graduation. That would be lovely, wouldn't it? The barracks themselves could stand to be... enlarged, after all. Srunae stifled a laugh; Danovelith was being polite about it, but after having been embarrassingly stuck in the entrance to the barracks, it was no secret things needed to be... widened. Sularenth had to have gotten stuck even more than Danovelith had, after all. Actually... some of those bronze boys probably had been pretty close to stuck as of late too.

Hmmm... things to ponder indeed. Srunae grabbed her sweetsand and brush as Danovelith came back into the shallows, and slowly found her way through the chilly water and to her dragon's warm side. Ah yes, right there. Now all we need is a little company.

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Hawey looked up, guilty as a hanged canine, muzzle coated with thick paint.

Hawedith! Liesol giggled, unable to properly scold the green for her actions because of how funny the image before her was. A big dragon--well, Lie supposed, still growing and still the smallest in her weyrling group but sixteen feet was nothing to sneeze at--a big dragon hovering over a small pile of paints with the most guilty expression she'd ever seen on any creature.

I did not mean to, Liesolmine. Hawey said, miserably. I only wished to bring you the things but my nose was too big and they were so small...

Oh, Hawey. Liesol shook her head.

You are not mad, right? Hawedith's tail twitched a little behind her, sensing that she was not in trouble.

Liesol wrinkled her nose. I am... not mad, exactly. I mean, it was an accident! I'm not happy to have my paints destroyed, either. Luckily, mother had sent along an allowance just recently, and if Lie didn't have the time--and she never did, not anymore, growing dragons were a big responsibility--she could run along and buy some more. Marks weren't an object to the harper child, which she realized was a great privilege.

Hawey looked stricken and Liesol couldn't help but smile softly in her direction. Let's not worry about that now, darling heart, you need to be cleaned. It is about time, isn't it?

This brightened the green's expression almost instantatiously. Yes! It is time for baths.

It wasn't simply the paints incident. Like many growing dragons, Hawey needed as much attention as possible, for both oiling and washing--her skin was more suspect towards damage than an older dragon. Luckily, they'd been together so long that it was so habitual to do this, that Lie could almost hear the alarm bells in her head warning her that it was time to do so again today.

Liesol stood up and brushed off her skirts, before heading in the direction of the baths.

She relaxed visibly when she realized the noises coming from within were from Srunae and her golden Danovelith, and not unfriendly strangers she would have to awkwardly attempt to chat with while washing Hawey--not that her dragon would mind, but Lie still had problems with strangers and her shyness.

"Hello Srunae, Danovelith," she said, before entering the water. "I hope you don't mind if we join you." She smiled slightly, a little hesitant even with friends upon not being polite.

Hawedith had no such reservations. She waded in right away, right up to her larger clutchsister, twisting her neck up to look at her. Hi Dano! Do you think the baths are super nice today? They seem even cooler against my hide than normal! Well. From what I remember. Wow. You look tall today! Her nose was still stained with multicolored paints.

[Rhush]

Srunae : Gold Danovelith

Company would be nice... it's a bit lonely out here this afternoon. The side of Ildath lake the goldpair had taken up residence at was mostly sheltered from the breeze off the waterfront, buffered by trees and a large sheaf of rock curling around the east side of the lake, but despite this few other weyrlingpairs or riderpairs were out in the crisp afternoon sunshine to bathe. It is a bit, isn't it? Danovelith sighed, casting her whirling eyes off over the lake, watching an older brown and his rider finish off the dragon's bath and prepare to leave. Well bother. Luckily for them, a familiar pair of faces came out of the Weyrling barracks and over to the lake.

"Oh, it's no trouble at all Liesol. You and Hawedith are more than welcome to join us." Srunae grinned from her spot at Danovelith's side, laughing as Hawedith came rushing over to Dano like an overexcited canine.Why hello Hawedith, Danovelith greeted her clutchsister, amusement lacing her voice. Yes, the lake is a bit chillier than normal, but that is simply because it's winter. It is quite nice today. She seemed to shake her head at Hawedith's comment on her height, chuffing quietly. Of course Danovelith was taller than the little green - she was about twice her size at 32 and a half feet, and as a result a good several feet taller. Danovelith paused as she noticed Hawedith's multi-colored snout, blinking slowly. Hawedith love, what is that mess on your nose? The pale gold lowered her head to the green's level, narrowing whirling blue and green gaze at the offending mess. Srunae just shook her head.

"Quite the fashion statement," Srunae said thoughtfully, chuckling before looking back over at Liesol as the girl found her way over to the gathering of dragons. "Have a bit of an accident, did we Lie?" Said the Istan, grinning and gesturing over to Hawedith with a soapy hand. It almost looked like the dragon had had her nose finger-painted by a small child. The weyrling paused in her scrubbing of Danovelith's hide to shift to a different spot, sloshing closer to Hawedith and squinting a bit at her painted nose. "It's certainly an interesting look for her." She said, grinning as she started to methodically lather up this next spot on Danovelith's hide. Well, at least the green had a better reason to be bathing today. Dano was up to her third bath on supposed itching alone; though each bath had only been a section of the large dragon. Bathing her wholly would take much longer with just Srunae, and while the beastcrafter did enjoy taking care of her dragon, Srunae was aware that staying out in the cold water for too long would do her far more harm than good.

[madb]

Liesol smiled, before carefully setting aside her shoes and the nice hide jacket to the side. She waded in after her more energetic dragon.

Hawey paused, trying to remember what the gold must be talking about, having put it from mind quickly after the incident. As Lie was always quick to point out, it wasn’t as if the green was slow witted like her bronze father, simply… easily distracted, might be the phrase. Always thinking about all of the curiosities of life all around her, all at once, it was no surprised she was a mite more forgetful than even the average dragon.

Srunae said something about ‘fashionable’, and Hawey’s mind whirled, grabbing onto the word. She glanced down to the water’s reflective surface, peering curiously at her reflection. Specks of multicolored paints coated her nose. Tilting her head, Hawey let out a pleased note.

Liesol smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear shyly. “We might have had an incident,” she admitted, “Hawedith sometimes forgets that she is still growing. She only meant to help me with my paints, but,” Lie sighed, closing her eyes briefly, “Well, I suppose I did need to buy some new ones, anyway…”

Seemingly not aware of Danovelith’s critical gaze, Hawedith did as she always did, and turned it around optimistically. Do you think it makes me look fashionable, Danovelith? She posed quite smartly. I think I look pretty. Oh, Liesol, you mustn’t wash it off. She turned to look at hers, who had reached up with a wet cloth. Hawey jerked her nose back. Perhaps one of the handsome blues will think I am fashionable, too.

“Hawey,” Liesol protested, “Let me wash your snout! I do not think any blues would think much of paint splatters at all.”

Hawey avoided the cloth again as she pressed it towards her. I look, what is it you say, she mused, delighted that she’d managed to ruffle Liesol’s feathers enough to get her to squeaky-loud as opposed to softly-spoken; artistic. Laverauth would appreciate me.

“Oh, she’s gone all delusional now,” Liesol said to Srunae, deciding to ignore Hawedith now, in a move that seemed almost decidedly passive-aggressive. This kind of temper, slight as it was and more in the vein of exasperation than anything, she would have never allowed to show the other girl in what seemed lifetimes ago before they’d both Impressed. Between the growing friendship and Hawey’s support, Liesol was beginning to crawl out of her timid, polite shell.