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 Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 10:51 pm
J'lin groaned and slowly leaned back, sprawling out on the shore of Faseth's Lake. No one warned him of how much work a dragon was! Feeding Deprith involved going to the kitchen and requesting scraps of wherrymeat, then carrying it outside since Deprith didn't wish to be a bother in the kitchens and eat right there. No, she preferred to eat outside, daintily nibbling at one piece at a time. She was careful to accept the scraps one by one from his hands, but his ribs were still aching from the time he held it over her head in an attempt to get her to jump up for it. That was a painful headbutt he'd rather not experience again!
After feeding time comes oiling, and then after that Deprith did her business, then it was time to sunbathe... But this? He closed his eyes and ignored the splashes of his dragon as she bathed, splashing in the water. She wanted a bath. He wanted to relax. They reached a temporary compromise.
J'lin! You should come join me! The water is clean and you need a bath! Deprith called, looking to her bonded.
The boy sat up, stared, then flopped back down again.
JAYLIN!
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 12:51 am
Anatole was very displeased.
The blue firelizard was used to being the sole object of Doremy's (admittedly rare) affections. Where the Candidate was grumpy, occasionally even hostile with others, Anatole was treated with a sort of mixture of exasperation and fondness, even at his most needy moments. The little blue's spot on Doremy's shoulder was uncontested, and that was the way he liked it.
Only now Doremy had won an egg, and he spent time looking after it, and worrying whether he was taking care of it properly, and while Anatole was pretty dim even for his color, he could take a hint that he was no longer the only flit in the roost, so to speak.
This was Completely Unacceptable, and he was quite prepared to inform Doremy so.
The little blue popped out of between with a screech, clutching a bundle of cloth nearly as big as himself. Either he intended to take a dive or he'd overestimated the weight of the load, because he immediately careened towards the lake surface, hovering dangerously low with obvious intent to drop.
Doremy raced up moments later, panting and cursing under his breath. "Sharding deadglow flit --" Spotting J'lin before Deprith, Doremy waved. "Hey! Listen, you wouldn't happen to have any food on you? I'll replace it, I just need something to bribe him back towards shore with..."
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