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Date Posted: 12:41:20 01/11/02 Fri
Author: S'kar & �Raskith�, Smidge, Smoke
Subject: >~<

S'kar and his big blue enter the Perches. �Race you too the water!� Raskith cries, loping forward.

S'kar snatches up some soapsand, then follows, plunging into the water beside his young dragon. "Hold still, Raskith! I can't wash you if you're wriggling around. Smoke, Smidge," he adds to the firelizards, "get yourselves clean, then help me wash Raskith." The brown and tiny blue scrub each other, then grab pawfuls of soapsand and begin to scour the dragon's hide.

It takes several hours to clean the blue, big despite his young age. Raskith doesn't help matters by wriggling, squirming, and frequently swimming away. Anyone who passed by at certain times would have been quite amused to see the blue dragon swimming backwards away from his rider, the boy following in his wake and shouting between mouthfuls of water for Raskith to stop and hold still. Finally, however, the dragon is clean, oiled, and sprawled out contently on the sand while S'kar oils the firelizards.

"You're done, you two," S'kar says, shoving them off his lap. "I said you're done, Smidge. Get off." The teensy blue clings too his bondmate's belt, refusing to let go. Wings no larger than the belt buckle fan slowly as the 'lizard shrieks his indignation.

Raskith opens one slowly whirling green eye. �Smidge, shut up. I was sleeping.� The little blue abruptly stops mid-shriek. �Good. Now get on S'kar's shoulder. We need to go to the Weyrling Barracks.� Obligingly, Smidge flies the short distance to S'kar's shoulder.

"He listens to you better then me," S'kar complains as Raskith gets to his feet.

�You babied him when wee first got him, because he was so weak. You still do a little because he's so small. babied him too, but I never let him sleep in my lap or hang off my shirt. You aren't an authority figure, you're his caretaker. I'm an authotity figure. He'll learn.�

S'kar nods. "You're right." He glances to make sure both 'lizards are secure on his shoulder, then strides off to the Weyrling Barracks, Raskith ambling along after him.

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