Wishy Washy, a Weyrling Crossing! [Basile]

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"Canlarth, please hold still..."

The weyrling's hands scrubbed somewhat furiously at the soft pink hide before him, hazy blue eyes narrowed in determination. It almost looked as if the boy was being too rough with the brush as he tried to clean his dragonet's hide, especially from the gritty sounds the bristles and the sand made when rubbing against one another. He was doing no such thing, however - he was barely getting the pink clean, even as he applied all his force! Apparently his ferocious cleaning was nothing more than a massage to the dragonet, for she was wriggling about in the shallows of the lake, tail lashing playfully and sending a large spray of water towards her rider.

J'vert, already soaked to the bone and beginning to get slightly irritated by the dragonet, stood unmoving in the wake of the small wave of water. He lifted a pale hand from the wooden-handled brush to tuck a clump of wet hair behind his ear and away from his face, trying to keep his vision clear. He had intentions to stay as dry as possible during this scrub, indicated by his rolled up pants and sleeves. But Canlarth would have no such thing today. With a loud sigh he started scrubbing again, flicking up handfuls of water to wash away the sand every now and then. But soon enough he was interrupted by the playful beast once more.

Oh, J'vertMine, you need to lighten up! Relax and join in the fun!

[/color] the pink said, her gentle voice amplified with excitement in his mind. She kicked out her legs and pawed at the water, crooning happily in that sing-song voice of hers. She was being rather loud, much too loud for J'vert, who had chosen a more isolated part of the lake so he could escape attention. With Canlarth acting up like this, everyone would be attracted to the scene! Blushing, the boy whirled his head around, looking this way and that as if he already felt a pair of inquisitive eyes boring into his back. "We came here to get you clean, not play!" he replied, somewhat meaner than he meant to. His apologetic glance at the dragonet a moment later was lost; she'd heard none of his words, she was too busy staring down at the water at her reflection.

What was going on? Sure, Canlarth could be playful, but usually she still obeyed him in the end. After pondering the situation for a few moments, he shrugged and turned the upper-half of his body toward the shore, tossing the brush into the grass before facing the pink again. "Alright, alright. Go rinse off and I'll be back in the water to play in a minute - I'm gonna take a break." As J'vert made his way back to the edge of the lake, Canlarth crooned a high, sweet tune, then plunged beneath the water's sparkling blue surface. It was sad how easily his bonded could sway him into doing something sometimes...

The weyrling flopped down on the grass as soon as he emerged, his back hitting the ground harder than he'd realized. Squinting his eyes from slight pain and the brightness of the sun above, the weyrling let his small build-up of tension unfurl. It was no later than noon: he'd have plenty of time to wash and oil Canlarth later, he supposed. He fell into a state of relaxation as he lay in the cool grass, his clothes beginning to dry the longer they were exposed to the rays of light.
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A small, almost inaudible moan escaped from the owner of the emerald eyes, watching the beautiful ocean colored hide of the dragonet as she slept. Bobeth was mercifully asleep for the moment, but it was from experience that her rider knew it wouldn't be that way long. Before long the itch that had instigated the twitching would overcome the peace of dreaming, and then it would begin. Another soft groan as the Cyan's wing twitched, a snort escaping in a small, playful puff. Slowly, as quietly as she could, Cilnah slipped from her bed furs and padded towards the basket she kept at the ready. It seemed like her partner was complaining of the itch every five minutes or so, but she knew that was an exaggeration. It couldn't be more than once every day or two. That didn't mean it wasn't annoying though. The sand scrub might feel good against Bobeth's hide, but it was wrecking havoc on her own hands.

Just as predicted, as Cilnah's fingers closed around the basket a sleepy voice sounded in her thoughts. Cilnah-Mine, I itch, Bobeth murmured without opening her eyes. When she did, after several short moments, her eyes will still an easy blue, but there was just a hint of irritation around their edges. More that she would let show to any other person, to be sure. Bobeth was not the most emotionally projecting creature. It didn't mean she didn't have feelings. She just didn't show them. Not that she could really blame the little dragon. Cyan's still weren't the most well liked of colors. They had a long way to go before they were fully accepted as an established color of their own, and not some odd mutation of Green, created only by the pairing of Kailith and Daidoroth. Of course, the Cyanriders, all six of them, knew differently. But there was still quite a bit to prove.

Come then, my little one. I have the sand right here. Let's make you feel as beautiful as you look once again. A thrill of pleasure ran through her from her bond, but outwardly Bobeth made no remark on the compliment. She simply stood and rambled after Hers, noting as she did all the minute things that might perhaps have otherwise gone unnoticed. The pair walked in companionable silence, Cilnah's hand resting against the dragon, as they opted out of the more common bathing spots. Though she would never admit it to anyone, Bobeth was... easily startled, and they wanted to avoid anything that might fright her.

Finally, after a few moments of wandering around the lake's edge, they found a spot that was little occupied, the only people there a boy laying in the grass and a Pink that Cilnah vaguely remembered as one of Bobeth's clutchmates. She hadn't really paid much attention to the going's on of the hatching after her darling one had chosed her. Canlarth, came the answer to the question she had only just thought to ask, and the girl patted her companion in thanks as they moved forward once again.

"Do you mind if we join you?" Cilnah asked quietly, not wishing to startle the boy, but also not waiting for an answer as she moved quickly into the shallows, only stopping to deposit her shoes on the bank where they wouldn't become bogged down. "Everywhere else is awfully crowded," she went on as Bobeth slunk in after her, settling into the water so that it came up to her shoulders when she reclined comfortably. The dragonette's eyes halfway closed, what could still be seen of them a calm shade of blue, though every once in a while a flicker of pleasure would go through them, only to disappear almost as soon as it existed.

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