The pair enter. -- The Perches

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 12:39:24 02/09/02 Sat
Author: M'taen and Chanuth
Subject: The pair enter.

At the sight of the waiting tub of warm water, the bronze stops in mid-stride. I am NOT getting in that. "And just why not?" Ugh. "Some answer. C'mon, you're meaty and shard-y and otherwise in need of a bath." M'taen attempts to push his lifemate towards the water, but fails miserably and sighs. "Well, if you want to attract flies and maggots and slugs and-" The hatchling gives the young man a disgusted look. Fiiine. You're getting in with me. You smell. "Yes, but I smell good, unlike a certain bronze lummox that I know."

Grinning, the new rider watches his partner slowly approach the tub, before slowly stepping in and then bugling at the top of his lungs. I'M WET!!! and the shouted message is loud enough to be heard by everyone within, well, shouting distance. "Oh don't do that," M'taen groans, holding his head. WET!!! "That's right," the rider suddenly grins, and dumps a bucketful of water over his dragonet's head. "And now you're wetter." AAAHHHH! Ignoring the loud complaints, M'taen begins to scrub the shards, meat scraps, blood, dirt, and everything else off his lifemate's bronze hide.

Once finished, Chanuth practically shines. "You can get out now." The bronze rockets out of the tub, knocking M'taen over again and shaking vigorously. "You know," the black-haired boy mutters as he rises, "that's why I have a towel. To dry you off." Evil water. Rolling pale grey eyes, nonetheless the rider is amused at his partner's antics and dries him thoroughly. It iiiittcccchhhheeeesssssssssssssssss. "Alright already. Hang on." Oil's there, the hatchling points to a smaller bucket with a soft rag. "Thanks." Beginning the long process of massaging oil into his dragon's hide, M'taen retains his grin, still surprised he Impressed a bronze. You deserve me. And I mean that in the nicest way possible.

Laughing, the new rider shakes his head, blue-black hair whipping, before he finishes and yawns. "Tired?" Chanuth answers with a yawn of his own. "Thought so. Sleepy time." Stretching his sore shoulder muscles -already that's a lot of hide to scrub and oil!- M'taen moves towards the Weyrling Barracks, the bronze tagging along.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]