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 Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 12:31 pm
Fealty had left the class with his head buzzing; he'd read all about dragons when he'd first arrived at High Reaches but that had been a long time ago now. So much that he'd forgotten. So many ways dragonets could get ill! It was all a bit overwhelming.
"It's not that bad," Dith snorted and whacked his rider lightly with a wing. "So long as I don't eat too much, too fast, the wrong things, at the wrong times and so long as you oil me practically every other second and I drink enough but not too much and I don't strain any muscles I'll be fine!"
"Thanks for the reassurance," Fealty smacked the brown gently over the head, smiling slightly. "Good to know that, err, so long as nothing goes wrong, nothing can go wrong. Still, time for me to eat now before I have to get back to the fields." He really rather resented still having to do that sort of work now he was a rider, it just wanted what he had come to expect of life. This place was a whole different world, they could be living up on one of the moons and it couldn't get stranger. All he wanted to do was look after Dith, get ahead on lessons down in the record rooms of High Reaches, and maybe even joy life a little.
"At least it's not all farm work now," Dith smirked sharing his comments with anyone who might happen to be around, "sometimes you get to shovel my poo instead of herdbeast poo!"
"What?" Fealty chose a nice sunny spot to sit down and have lunch, frowing as he processed his dragon's tease. "I don't work with herdbeasts, dummy... err... oh, but yes, the poo is involved with the fields for improving the soil and everything." Now he felt really very stupid.
"Aww, Mine," Dith crooned, his smirk widening, "you are really very stupid."
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 8:18 pm
For L'in, the first lesson had been surprisingly easy. So much of it was, he thought, common sense -- and quite a lot of it was just keeping your lifemate in check and attending to their needs. And that was something he had grown up prepared to do, just in case a dragon ever noticed him, the unnoticeable --
You are not unnoticeable. You are mine, announced Laseth in L'in's head. And we chose each other. Remember?
As if L'in could forget that, even if the little green head had not just butted against the backs of his legs and nearly knocked him to the ground. I remember, he thought her way with an audible laugh as he regained his footing, reaching down to stroke along her warm, smooth hide. I could never forget that. And you will have to help me take care of you. You will have to let me know when you need something, too, okay?
Of course, Laelinmine, replied Laseth, turning pleased blue eyes up to hers, and then tilting her head, catching sight of Dith and his rider as he spoke about, well... poo.
Are you having trouble, Dith? she asked archly, craning her neck and peering at him. Why is yours having to shovel herdbeast... poo?
Embarrassment rushed into L'in's awareness, and his cheeks pinked deeply, shoulders drawing up a bit. He did not know Fealty, and yet up went Laseth sauntering toward her clutchmate like she had every right to do so... The only thing the poor bewildered greenrider could do was let out a tiny squeak and offer an awkward smile and wave.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 5:31 am
"Laseth, L'in, hello there." Dith rumbled a friendly greeting to the pair as the drew close. "Mine's just about to have lunch, want to sit with us? I'm sure he'd love a distraction from the poo. Reason he has to deal with it is he works in the fields, and apparently working poo into the soil makes things grow better. Hehe. Plants probably just grow big and tall to get away from the smell."
"Don't be stupid; plants don't have noses, Dith," Fealty corrected with a sigh, "they don't have brains come to that, they're not aware that, err, that poo smells bad... Umm... Yes, do come and join us if you want to." Dith said that he seriously needed to work on his people skills, and here at least he had to admit that the brown was correct. If he could just not drift off into his own little world so much, not fall over his words so much, and not come off as quite so superior when he corrected people he'd do a lot better. Much easier said than done.
"So where do you work, L'in?" Dith asked, turning to regard the young rider. "Is it more interesting than digging holes, shoveling poo, and pulling up tubers?"
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