Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on May 1, 2012 21:16:25 GMT -5
On a highly pleasant day in late spring, while Jazz was in the dining hall no doubt making a million friends, Weslieth trundled down to the lake for a swim. There would be Threadfall several candlemarks hence, and shortly thereafter the water would fill up with exhausted dragons washing off the grime of their work; for now, by and large, it was playtime. Despite his somewhat advanced age, Weslieth loved playtime.
Dalibor's lake was filled with all sorts of interesting things, and Weslieth gave a deep rumble of surprise when he dove and found himself face-to-face with a pink pillie. She made a pleased plipping sound and landed on his nose, and Weslieth surfaced, turning his head this way and that in an attempt to get a good look at her. Are you a pillie?[/i] he asked, having learned of the creatures but not run into one yet.
Flip, of course, could not understand this, and she purred a bit and rolled off his nose, cannonballing into the water. Weslieth made a grab for her and lifted her rolled-up form. It was a ball, but a living ball! How strange! Is this a pillie?[/i] he demanded of a nearby, sunbathing dragon. Oh, I'm sorry! We haven't been introduced. I am Weslieth. Is this a pillie?[/i]
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Post by Azhdarchid on May 1, 2012 22:53:30 GMT -5
Unath was not sunbathing exactly, but she was hunkered down in the shallows so that her rider could scrub a cloth behind her headknobs. She responded to each stroke of the ministrations with closed eyes and a soft chirp. Most of her had already been washed, but the tight spots required some extra care to shine. Oiling was no longer an everyday or even everysevenday necessity, but washing was an acceptable substitute for the bonding that outdated activity had provided. A few quiet moments with Unath were worth the obvious inefficiency of stripping to all but shorts and cleaning her hide by hand.
Or not-so-quiet moments. Sometimes those were the kind he needed; like today, when he paused in his scrubbing to look over his bare shoulder across the Bowl behind him, seeking a familiar face. Unath seized on both the distraction and the stimulating sound of another dragon's call, and raised her head out of reach. Q'sis didn't mind too much when she splashed away from him, only blinking slowly when some of the displaced water ran down the edge of his eye and off his cheek. He cocked his soaked head at the sunny, empty Bowl. Sane people were at lunch.
Unath set herself on a collision course with Weslieth's side, though like many dragons she was a bit slow on the ground. She bobbed her short-snouted head at him, arching her neck, opening her broad jaws and exhaling in low whuffs. Nothing too cognizant appeared to follow the display, as when she reached the yellow her inner lids blinked a few white flashes across her facets and she stopped. After a few seconds, she continued trying to walk straight into Weslieth. That is, she tried to push forward by blunting her keel against his buffered ribs, and when that failed she tried to get her smaller forearms over his back. She appeared to have temporarily forgotten that her long hind legs were powerful enough to boost her forward half up for a better grip.
Eventually she attempted to hook her wings on him to give herself some additional leverage, and it was at about this time that Q'sis turned back around to observe the entanglement. He ignored Unath's behavior and scrutinized the plump yellow blob she was engaging with, then snorted and waded over so as to be sure the tan heard him.
"Leave it," he ordered. "And stop that. I don't want to smell that." Unath had paused in her climb to sniff at Weslieth's wing.
He smells like a dragon? she asked Q'sis, and Weslieth. Actually Unath was quite certain of the scent's identity, but less so about why it offended Q'sis. The first note of her rider's response did not clear it up at all either:
"Yes. Now go. It's bonded to that blonde hag, and you can see what good that has done for it." His command lacked its usual precision and confused authority with a sudden anger, and his tan could not quite peel it back to its essential direction on her own. She had already been going, over Weslieth that is, and so she just kept trying to soldier down that path. Since Weslieth was right there she thought she should answer his questions too.
Q'sis thinks so. That is Q'sis. She drooped her head backwards and upside-down to indicate the scarred man standing in the water nearby. I know because he knows. I am me. Unath. I am a dragon. We are both dragons. I am 'going' now. Yellllllooooowwwwwww!
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Post by Cathaline on May 30, 2012 6:07:56 GMT -5
Though Unath did not immediately respond to his question, Weslieth was willing enough to let it go; truth be told, for awhile he had no choice. Her attempts to climb onto or over him came without warning, and his surprise and confusion completely blanked his mind of his inquiry. Oh, er...do you want to...let me try...[/i] Ever the sweetheart, always wanting to help, he did his best to assist, twisting this way and that, folding his wings tightly against his side, hunkering as low as he could. At some point Flip wiggled out of his grip and was away into the lake in a flash, but he barely noticed.
Q'sis put an end to the entanglement soon enough, and Weslieth replied to Unath's words with, Yes, I smell like dragon! I have been washed, you see.[/i] So there was nothing else for him to smell like, clearly. Wondering, he turned his head and sniffed at her wing. Nope, she smelled like dragon too. Nothing particularly off about that.
Agreeably, not knowing what a hag was or that Q'sis was insulting his rider, Weslieth continued squirming to try to assist her over his broad yellow back. His tail curled back, sliding along her belly to try to give her an additional, if tiny, boost. Q'sis! He is very smart. My rider is Jazz and I am Weslieth. You are tan! I like tan.[/i] He had only met Wenth, admittedly, but he'd found her very nice. Very nice indeed.
Jazz strode up to the lakeshore then and watched with a gleam of laughter in her eye. "Pudgeth, you wherry, why don't you just swim out of her way?"
I cannot! She is on top of me![/i]
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jun 3, 2012 9:17:24 GMT -5
The three claws of one rear foot had found new ground on the other side of Weslieth. But Unath's other foot was still caught against his flank, and though she pulled on it a couple times, the completion of her climb rapidly became endangered. She teetered on her three cleared legs, and did not consider using her wings as a stabilizing influence. She twisted her head toward the problem, but observation did not yield an obvious solution to the poor creature.
Q'sis took hold for long enough to liberate her. The stray foot rose high enough to clasp over Weslieth's thick back. Then Unath shoved off the yellow, opening her wings and fluttering back down into the water. Her spotted pinions slipped back together neatly, then she turned around and peered at Weslieth.
I like... she squinted down at her bland brown front. ...tan, too.
"What a fond nickname you have given to such a dangerous flaw," the tan's rider growled. "Unless he makes a similarly oversized flame." He glared over his shoulder at Jasmine while he spoke, but after that waded off on a course around the yellow in order to reach his own dragon. Unath reached out one paw to him when he was still a little ways distant, her curved talons rising from the water around him. Tips of reddish claw traced over his back and along his thickly scarred arms without furthering the damage. She pressed just hard enough to indent the skin, but never cutting. He thumped the thumb digit hovering in front of his chest, and the paw pulled away, leaving sizable eddies for him to fight through in order to complete his journey.
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