The Latecomer

[nightingale]

Only a week into her stay and already handling dragons. Saeo didn't think it was possible for her to be any more supremely happy. Surely though, something awful would have to happen soon to make up for all the wonder she was experiancing today. It was just the way that things worked, because no one could be happy all the time -for the time being though, she was more than content to bask in the warm glow of the moment.

"The dragons get bathed somewhere inside the rider weyrs I believe."

Saeo said thoughtfully, flashing Cloar a playful smile as she realized that he was looking her way. She realized that she must look like a proper fool with her hair being blown into disarray every few seconds, but it wasn't something that she minded when the alternative was moving away from the beautiful Ruskeath. She'd take the tangles thanks, and let all the well groomed girls be jealous.

[Rowana]

G'tor smiled at the picture of Saeo's hair blowing in Ruskeath's breath. The brown was probably doing it on purpose and he clearly liked the girl. G'tor had a feeling they would be watching to see these two on the sands when it came time for the next hatching.

He looked over the brown's considerable bulk with consideration. "Well," he said slowly. "We could do it there, but we'd he's awfully big." Ruskeath raised his head and snorted loudly at the comment, but G'tor playfully ignored him. "We'll do it outside at the dam," he decided. It was a beautiful day anyway and Ruskeath would dry quickly in the sun. "Cloar can help me get the sweet sand, and Saeo can get some oil for when we're done. How's that sound?"

[dragon]

"Sounds good to me!" Cloar said, quite glad to be included in the project. He grinned at Saeo, and then looked at G'tor, quite amazed that he was lucky enough to be one of the few getting to do something like this. How lucky could a body get? He would not only get to see it happen, he was going to get to participate!

"I can run go get the sand now?" Cloar asked, before pausing and looked at the bulk of the dragon. "Er... how much are we going to need?" He asked, uncertainly. He'd never tried to clean something as big as a dragon before, and had no idea the amount of sand it would take to do so.

[nightingale]

(( I haven't got much to say. Rowana can take my turn -then we move this to another thread? :3 ))