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“There is so much of you to bathe, nowadays… do you remember when this used to be quick?”

Alas, I do not… but you do. I see it through your mind. I was so much smaller back then… Mictecath hummed in contentment, lowering her head to send a whuff of warm air at her rider.

Nyara lifted her hand to stroke that soft, familiar muzzle. Those ever-whirling eyes, of blue, green and purple, became her world once more. Mic was perfect. Nobody else compared, really.

Still, there was washing to be done. Nya bent over, reaching for the scrubbing brush, and applied herself to her work. It was not the most exciting task- repetitive, and tiring on the arms… but she needed to keep a sharp eye on her dragon’s hide, for the queen still had growing left to do. 30’, the young woman judged at an eye- and though her rate of growth would soon begin to slow, she expected Mic would make 45’ at least.

“I wonder if Ana will be as tall as you? You are leaner and longer in the leg, but she seems bigger built overall…”

It wouldn’t trouble me in the least. We are both perfect, regardless. She emanated a queenly air of pride and patience as the young gold waited for the scrubbing and oiling to be finished.