The pair erupt from <I>between</I> high overhead, and spiral down for a neat landing. -- The Perches

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Date Posted: 08:24:42 03/25/02 Mon
Author: M'taen and Chanuth
Subject: The pair erupt from between high overhead, and spiral down for a neat landing.

M'taen slides off. "Bend down, you big galoot. I can't reach the straps if you stand." Galoot, am I? Saying so, the bronze aligns his muzzle with his rider, and shoves. The young man lands backwards on the hard ground, and slides a few feet in a cloud of dust. "Now I really need a bath," he mutters, climbing to his feet and dusting off his leggings. "If only I could do that to you," he continues, almost to himself as Chanuth paces towards the lake, following. Once there, both rider and dragon bathe themselves, though M'taen keeps his breeches on, and he even manages to thoroughly cleanse his clothing. Nice, very nice. You're the same colour as I am. Surprised, the rider glances at his nicely tanned skin, and shrugs with a laugh. -Well I guess I am!- After over an hour of playing and bathing, both climb out.

Oiiiiling. "I remember when you hated water," M'taen says with a teasing grin, ducking another muzzle-shove. "I need some flits to help me," he mutters, looking over the expansive bronzeness. For the next two hours, he spends his time oiling his dragon, until Chanuth's glittering hide almost blinds him. "Go nap. I want food." So saying, rider and dragon part, dragon to settle into a pool of sunlight to bask, and rider to the Tables.

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