Oiling... -- The Perches

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Date Posted: 23:21:53 12/10/01 Mon
Author: Astra | Polath
Subject: Oiling...

The girl ambles in, accompained by her young green, Polath. Polath, many fauceted eyes whirling a soft green-blue, cocks her wedge shaped head, curious eyes absorbing the world around her. Then she catches sight of Astra walking purpously towards her with a bucket in one hand and a cloth in the other.
What's that for? Will it stop the itch?
For the young one's hide was itching adobmibly, and the thought currently occuping her mind was easing it.
"Yes, Polath. This should stop your itching!"
Astra replied with a cheerful smile. Good person, Astra. Polath was glad the girl had Impressed her. Rumbling with contentment as the girl scrubs the residues of hatching and her egg off of her emerald body. Astra, sensing her dragon's enjoyment, lingers in the task of bathing her dragon, making sure every square inch of her dragon's body was cleansed before drying Polath off.
Is that all? I still itch.
There is an undercurrent of dissapointment evident in the dracling's voice, and Astra hurries in fetching oil and a slightly used square of cloth. Wetting the cloth with oil, the girl rubs the dragon's rough hide in methodic circles. With Polath directing her to the itching areas on her coat, the girl focuses herself on releaving her dragon's discomforted. Soon the dracling is almost purring with happiness.
Thank you! The itching's gone now. Can we go watch the rest of the Impressions?
Astra nods, flexing her slightly sore arms. But then, it was to be expected, she reminded herself, for scrubbing the body entire of a dragon almost the size of a small pony.
"Wait a minute...I have to change first."
Suddenly weary from the day's excitments, the girl fumbles in the small pack she had worn all day, producing noticably worn and rumpled, but wearable, traveling apparel. Rubbing leaden eyelids, she makes her way into a small storage room, exchanging her now filthy white Canidate robes for her own clothing. Once she emerges again, Polath, still energetic, almost pounces upon the fatigued girl.
Are you ready?
Too tired to reply verbally, Astra gives a breif shake of her head in assent.Seeming not to notice the girl's exastion, Polath bumps her with her large wedge shaped head.
C'mon, sleepy head. I just want to see if the Queen's been Impressed. Then you can sleep.
So maybe she had noticed. Almost stumbling, the girl follows her dragon back to the sands.

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