Even a Green

Writers: Jane
Date Posted: 3rd January 2007

Characters: Jh'slaen
Description: Jh'slaen gives Saradath a scrub in the lake after Threadfall.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 1, day 12 of Turn 4

Even a green dragon was a large stretch of hide to clean. Jh'slaen had no idea how the riders of bronzes managed. With a splash a blunt green muzzle dropped into the water beside him, nearly swamping him with a wave. Not that he could get any wetter.

"I scrubbed that already," he said aloud, as always finding enjoyment in chatting away to his lifemate. He leaned on the muzzle and tried to push it out of his way. For a long moment it was an evenly matched contest and then, suddenly, Saradath pulled her head away which left him floundering.

Still swimming he retrieved his long handled brush and retreated to the shallow water. "Are you laughing at me?" There was no doubt about it.
His dragon had amusement all through her mind. **Is there a problem with your head?**

A pause while Saradath considered the question. }:No.:{
**Teeth? Neck? Ridges? Anything forward of your shoulders?**

}:No.:{ "Just disrupting my routine then?"

Saradath also knew when she was being laughed at and swung her muzzle back around into the deeper water and allowed him to get back to his work on her side.

There wasn't much need to scrub every hand-span of her in one go and more need for both of them to rest. Instead he was limiting his cleaning to the post-Fall essentials; a clean muzzle and head, neck scrubbed along the top because Saradath only ever flamed slightly head down, everywhere the riding straps sat, leading edges of the wings. Then the remainder of his work was just the spots he had identified as possible ash sites in his post-Threadfall inspection.

Jh'slaen waded back into the water alongside Saradath's left hind leg and swished the brush around in the water while his light brown eyes surveyed the wet hide. Whatever had been there was gone, so it probably hadn't been ash. Certainly Saradath had denied that the area had hurt at all so he had known from the start it wasn't any sort of burn.
Apparently her first wallow in the water had been enough to remove the mark. All the same he lifted the brush and scrubbed the hide along the front of the leg. It was that much less to scrub in the next few washes.

"Anywhere else you would like scratched?" he asked. It was a nice, hot day and standing around in the lake wasn't unappealing. When they had finished she would probably find herself a basking spot not far from the water and he would stay with her until she was settled. Once she no longer needed his attention he would head back to his weyr and clean, dry clothes. Sometime during the afternoon he would undoubtedly have a nap.

Although the return of Thread had made him wonder what being a dragonrider would be like, he hadn't ever imagined naps in the afternoon.

}:My tail.:{ Saradath said, interrupting his rambling thoughts.

**Which part?** he asked, already wading down toward the mentioned area.

Settling happily into the water Saradath's mental tone was smug as she replied. }:All of it.{ It was nothing compared to the tail of a gold dragon, or a bronze, but even a green dragon had plenty of tail to scrub.

Last updated on the January 4th 2007

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