Oiling Escapade -- The Perches

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Date Posted: 19:16:30 10/08/05 Sat
Author: Kuorisse - Xaloth, Y'shiro - Riath
Subject: Oiling Escapade

Riath continues to bound ungainly circles around the other three youth who travel with her, seemingly unhindered by her bright distended belly full of meat. Y'shiro yawns as he watches her, so tired that even his usually impeccable manners fail him and his jaw drops with no hand to cover it. Kuorisse notices this with a smile, but also notices that her expression does not truly change -- the sheer existence of the sturdy blue at her side had kept a grin across her face the entire afternoon. Gently she lowers her hand to his sandy back, almost as if to reassure herself that Xaloth was, in truth, actually there. Whirling blue eyes lift ever so slightly, and his deep midnight muzzle brushes against her chin. Wordless love passes between them with that touch, and Kuorisse stops walking for a moment, tears that had gone unshed at the Sands now pouring down her cheeks, mixing with the blood that had smeared there from forgetful itches post draconic feeding. Y'shiro tosses a concerned glance back in his friend's direction, then suddenly senses the lack of his lifemate's now-familiar motion. He jerks his head back in her direction and finds her rolling around on the ground, wriggling her back and sides into crevices of the stone.

"Ri.."

Itchy... Itch... I itch.. I ITCH!

Dark eyes widen and Y'shiro turns back to Kuorisse... who is still crying. Shoulders slump slightly as he recognizes the lack of help there, and takes a swift look around for himself. Vats of oil catch his eye and he runs over to one as fast as his little legs can carry him, filling a bucket half as big as he is, and staggering under the weight to get back to his dragon. He trips on a raised stone, and the bucket goes flying, oil spilling out and on to the floor. The noise gains Riath's attention however, and without further ado, she flings herself at the spreading puddle -- and rolls in it. Relief for both rider and dragon soon follow, though Y'shiro does turn to glare at Kuorisse, who's latest emotional shift has been to uncontrollable giggles. Dark curls hide her face as she buries it in her hands to regain control of herself, and very carefully she walks back to the vat and fills two buckets. Giving one to Y'shiro for post-rolling cleansing, she begins an, admittedly more traditional, oil of Xaloth's blue flank.

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