Splish Splash, I Was Takin' A Bath... (Zeph)

You can’t bathe me in here. Sekaith said plainly while R’hia was debating his ability to wash his dragon and not leave his room. He hadn’t really felt up to socializing since he’d impressed. It was probably the fact that a baby dragon had invaded his mind and put all the thoughts he’d kept bottled up front and center in his mind. That and he didn’t trust Sekaith to keep his thoughts to himself. The dragonet was so open with everyone and so in tune with R’hia’s thoughts that he didn’t trust the blue wouldn’t tell someone else what he was thinking.

“I know, I know.” He grumbled, throwing on a jacket. “Well, c’mon, Sekaith…I don’t have all turn.” The blue brightened up and bounded off of his couch towards the door R’hia was leading him to, tail swishing back and forth. Then after, you can oil me! We’ll have so much fun, R’hiaMine! The boy doubted that. The dragonet was still a chubby little thing, and with how much he ate once he got over the horror of the fact that he was eating meat, R’hia was constantly having to oil him. He didn’t have the heart to tell the dragonet that he was fat, though it’d probably make his life easier if he could get Sekaith not to eat so much.

At least food was the last thing on the dragon’s mind as he bounced past R’hia on their way to the lake and caught sight of one of his siblings. Hikkikoth! The blue trilled, doubling back to bounce a circle around R’hia’s feet when the boy stopped dead. He wasn’t so sure about this now that he knew there was someone else here, but Sekaith was more encouragement to the boy than he knew and R’hia plastered on a giant grin. The good thing about being in a class so big was that no one knew you. “Hey!” He said to Imber once he’d started moving again and approached the girl, the overexcited blue at his feet bursting forth to go greet his brother.

Hikkioth! Hiiiii. How are you? You’re looking so clean! Then his words trailed off and he stopped short of tackleglomping his black brother with a giant hug, tilting his head and letting out a little peep of confusion. Hikkioth! Are you okay? You look sad. What’s wrong? Can I hug you? I want to hug you; make it better. His tail fluttered behind him in his alarm and R’hia snorted, tugging lightly on his tail. “C’mon Sekaith. You’re making him nervous.” But I want to hug him! “I’m sure you do, but you can’t hug everyone you see.” The blue looked affronted. Only the sad ones “That’s not true, get over here.”

With a sad rumble, Sekaith glanced at Hikkioth again before slinking back to R’hia, flopping down in the shallows near him as the young man stripped off his shirt and grabbed some of the soapsand he’d brought. “So.” He finally spoke, trying to ignore the puppy eyes Sekaith was giving his brother. “How’re you getting along…Imber, was it?” His smile was massive and warm, nothing like the doubt he’d been feeling moments before. “Hikkioth, you’re looking quite handsome.” It’s true! Sekaith piped up before surrendering to the gentle scratching of the soapsand with a low thrum.