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Ears twitched and she gave a little jump in surprise, now all freaked out by water she was prime to such actions, and actually half slammed into Kelligrin's back and shoulder as she had turned to face Hunter but Kelligrin was faster at the moment. Ow, brick wall much? She'd probably bruise from that, like her mother that fair skin showed everything. "First off...no matter how long I didn't bathe, I'd never smell as bad as you on a good day you're having." Of course she had to barb, she was her. "Secondly that water is...well who knows what could be in it that even you all can't see or something." Yes now she was grasping at straws. "Best to be quick for that reason."

"So I suppose this is where you want to convince me to throw my own behind the cause and as Dyranthirim to do the same with his own motely crew." Shaking her head and again they were returning to talk of the white one. "Obviously the boy has no drive to be involved with her as thus or it'd already be done." Snorting lightly and frowning. "I bet she's smaller in natural form...there are Riders that are our kind...they could crush her easily. It wouldn't matter if she was broken before or not...she can't stand up to what she needs to because her made nature dictates it so." Eyes back down to the little one, reaching out and patting between his horns. "No, you won't be like Kaznec and you never will...at least not from heat out here or anything of the like."

"That's because Kanzec doesn't let himself feel. I don't know all the details, but I know that he has this overbearing drive to make everything logically sound. call him a strapping, well built man, and rather then see you flirting, he thinks your complementing him for taking care of himself, looks at you stupidly for about five seconds, and then ignores you."

rolling her eyes lightly.

"I'd have half a mind to drug him with something to make him feel rather then think for maybe thirty minutes and leave him and bell locked in a room so she can talk to him and express herself and he'd at least understand what she means without trying to dig for reason and logic."


"You're scared of the water."

A slight smirk, glancing at the other elf.

"then get her to take a proper bath. the dragons want us clean, and I imagine that if she's not they'll just throw her in without a second thought about it. particularly that male. he's rather brunt and aggressive. her male dragon equivalent i see."

He spoke the truth and the look she gave him was full of nothing but hate and malice for his person on that matter, not that she'd ever admit he was right out loud at all. Though she was momentarily distracted by...was Kelligrin groping her? He seemed to realize what he was doing before he got his arm twisted off though, and she was more focused on one pirate at the moment. "I'm a big girl, Deacon. I don't need you telling me how to take care of myself. Besides...ever know how much cleaner an elf is than a human anyway? Doesn't take much." Though yes he was right again on the proper bath thing...but come on. That was a big hole of water that she knew nothing about and she was around people and things she didn't trust. It simply wasn't going to work. At least in her mind it wasn't. Give her a damn rag a bowl of water, even that would be better.

"I care not for the love or any other such emotional affairs of other dragons. If they can't figure out themselves then perhaps it's not something that should be pushed by others. Some dragons never change their scales after all." Shaking her head, honestly that was not something that she considered herself needing to help with...she was to make sure they didn't die, not help one be less dense. Though somehow she thought Laricalu wouldn't be pleased about such things at all. Her son's state of mind, nor Fellnathir's lack of helping in some way other than what she was. "I wouldn't say such a thing is a priority at the moment anyhow." Turning eyes back down to the dragonling and blinking at his question. "No, I am not going to eat you or drink your scales, nor would I ever. Why would I do such a thing, dragonling?"

He took the pile of clothing that was brought back by several other dragons and set them aside for the pirates along with some towel like pieces of cloth as they decided when they were finish they could dry themselves and get into something clean. That done he came to stand next to Dyranthirim again and just waited and watched like he'd always been told to.

"The Lady has spoken. Stand down, Pirate." Kelligrin held his knife, watching Deacon to be sure he wasn't intending anything else. Only when he wandered back to his own pile of filth did the elf turn and run his eyes along his companion's body. "The smell is not rank, but he speaks true of your need to bathe, Savryn. I don't understand your reluctance but this will be the only time you will be able to fully immerse yourself and wash. Cleanliness is important, but I abide by your own wishes. Do you desire to spend a bit more time in the pool? Maidenly modesty cast aside, it is good for your body to be refreshed."

She really didn't understand, did she? He quailed at her tone, sensing the displeasure within though he didn't understand it was at the words that had escaped rather than his presence. "Because you are a silver dragon, miss."

He watched it all through wise eyes and shook his head. The female elf wasn't going to bathe, that much was fairly obvious even to his own eyes. The pirate had only annoyed the situation further until she was spitting and hissing just like a hellcat. "Women..." He wondered for a moment if it would be best to let the situation lie then shook his head. "We can't have her not bathing." Strolling forward, he crossed his arms. "I come in peace, elf, as long as my bidding is done. Your female must wash completely or her scent will attract unwanted visitors. She stinks of human and that will forever bring sand worms." Meeting Kelligrin's eyes head on. "Either you ensure she does or we will." His tone promised neither pleasant or unpleasant experience, simply that it would be done.

Desdemona shook her head.

"He's grown up in a brothel. I can't imagine what rumors and such he was told or overheard. maybe my sister told him that to keep him from running away at some point. your guess is as good as mine on that one."

She was washing somewhat, going to work on her hair some but trying not to put her head under...but she didn't have a choice in that matter as the sound of splashing came seconds too late as Kelligrin's little wave of water washed right over her head. Which meant much panicky flailing a moment and an alarmed noise as she got her head above water again and promptly scrambled somewhere shallower, trying to get her breath back as her heart raced in fear and she coughed at what water did manage into her mouth and nose. A hard shake of her head that probably strained her neck some even as she tried to get the water out of her ears. She hated water! She couldn't grab on to it, she couldn't control it, she couldn't hear in it....it was just like it was nothingness. And when you couldn't feel the bottom with your feet. It felt like you were falling forever. At least to her. Okay that was it...bath over. Soon as she got herself together...which was hard.

"Brothel hm? That's an odd place to land." Though a blink as his brothel raising showed through and she looked taken aback for a moment at the little one's sentence. "If it makes you feel better....dragons of any sorts don't taste very good. But I would smack your little hands if you did such a thing. Certainly not becoming behavior for a young dragonlord."

Gem finished rinising out her hair and wrung it out, getting herself up and grabbing a provided towel, starting to dry off. "Oh that feels so much better after all this heat. I don't know how they keep that cold, but it's wonderful." Promptly being handed some white colored light clothing by Shaleon. "Clean clothes too, wonderful. Lounging with dragons isn't so bad if I do say so myself."

The water felt delicious on his skin even if he couldn't appreciate the temperature differences like the humans could. Breaking the surface of the water, his mind clued him into the waves of distress emanating from Savryn and he stroked his way over to her, resting his feet on the bottom and gently resting his hands along her naked hips to hold her in place. "Sav...calm down. What's the matter?"

"I'm not a dragonlord. I'm a pirate and the pirates say that kinda stuff all the time. I've even seen 'em do it afore." He growled under his breath at Desdemona. "I'm standing right here!"

"You never want to stay in one place for very long, Deacon. Always moving on and searching for the next adventure." Shaking his head and watching Gem for a moment before he returned to his own bath and then stepped out and took the clothes he was handed as well. "Now you need a muffin to top it all off," he teased his own captain with a becoming grin. "I don't think Fire and Ice will be ready to travel for another few days. Wasn't Fire completely out of commission?"

He was...shocked. Savryn had never before taken any kind of comfort or anything else from him and he held her momentarily, stunned, trying to figure out what to do. His hands were still resting against her hips, his father's voice ringing clear in his head. Women were to be taken care of when they allowed it and that's clearly what she wanted. He wasn't totally sure why she was scared but the scent of fear wafting off of her made him wrinkle his nose. "Hey, Vryn, I got you. You aren't going to drown." Could she swim? Maybe not. His arms slowly rose and circled her body protectively and he lifted a hand to thread his fingers through her hair, making the beads clink and sing against each other.