Post by ShadowReine on Jan 18, 2011 20:11:42 GMT -5
It was not at all uncommon to see a dragonrider waist deep in the lake. That was the position Gwen was in, rubbing sweetsand into the white dragon's hide.
"I am very glad whites are small, Tyrth."
I am perfect, Tyrth pointed out cheerfully.
Gwen laughed, reaching under his wing. "I'm glad you're small because you're hard to keep clean as it is. Worth it, mind."
Yes, there was another speck of dirt on his flank. Which would never do. Neither dragon nor rider found it at all acceptable to be anything other than spotless.
Gwen glanced towards the shore, wondering about the chances of company showing up before she finished the task of bathing the white. She had to admit she would like some.
Maybe a Candidate or two...although really, she didn't need their help. Not like Tyrth was a queen...
"I am very glad whites are small, Tyrth."
I am perfect, Tyrth pointed out cheerfully.
Gwen laughed, reaching under his wing. "I'm glad you're small because you're hard to keep clean as it is. Worth it, mind."
Yes, there was another speck of dirt on his flank. Which would never do. Neither dragon nor rider found it at all acceptable to be anything other than spotless.
Gwen glanced towards the shore, wondering about the chances of company showing up before she finished the task of bathing the white. She had to admit she would like some.
Maybe a Candidate or two...although really, she didn't need their help. Not like Tyrth was a queen...
