Post by Kisha-Ra on Sept 24, 2010 7:16:42 GMT -5
After a day or so of being assured he was quite the most wonderfully handsome and cunning of Allride’s dragons Igadoth seemed to have totally forgotten that he’d even attempted to win the new Weyrwoman’s gold for himself, and perhaps he had. Z’mir was never quite sure how much dragons really recalled from day to day without reference to their rider’s mind.
If he was pressed, and so far he hadn’t been, even by his normally terminally nosy younger sister, the silverrider would be forced to admit that he was actually very glad Igadoth hadn’t won that particular Flight, a thought he’d been very careful to keep from his mindmate. Z’mir was sure someone like him, fresh out of the weyrling barracks and so green the best thing to do with him was probably to plough him and plant him with something useful, was not what Allride Weyr currently needed in charge of them. F’mar and Antagyth would do a much better job of getting the Weyr back on its feet than he could have managed.
However while he used the space available in the weyrbowl to run an oiled rag over Igadoth’s hide Z’mir did his best not to bring those thoughts to mind, instead concentrating on how healthy Igadoth’s hide looked after his bath. It was a very good thing Z’mir was the tallest person in his family, because his dragon was so very big that it was much easier to oil him out here rather than in the confined spaces of their weyr and ledge, and even though Z’mir towered over many people Igadoth still had to bend and twist so that his rider could reach all of him.
‘There. I think you’re finally done.’ Z’mir announced, stepping back to view the results of nearly a whole morning’s intense labour, he was very glad indeed that his silver no longer needed this sort of treatment every single day. Still Igadoth make a fine figure, even without his huge size to factor in, just the bright silver of his hide with white highlights and smoke grey shadows wavering over it as the dragon moved was rather enchanting. ‘I’m glad to see the back of that now. You look wonderful but that was a great deal of hard work.’
Igadoth rumbled softly and nudged Z’mir with the tip of his muzzle. You are lucky that I am not too vain, Imagine how things would be if I demanded a bath every day.[/color] The dragon teased, uninetionally echoing his rider’s thoughts.
I was just thnking about that. I’d have to get you your own group of drudges because I’d be dreadfully waterlogged. Z’mir leaned his head against Igadoth’s nuzzle and half closed his eyes as the silver let out another rumble.
If he was pressed, and so far he hadn’t been, even by his normally terminally nosy younger sister, the silverrider would be forced to admit that he was actually very glad Igadoth hadn’t won that particular Flight, a thought he’d been very careful to keep from his mindmate. Z’mir was sure someone like him, fresh out of the weyrling barracks and so green the best thing to do with him was probably to plough him and plant him with something useful, was not what Allride Weyr currently needed in charge of them. F’mar and Antagyth would do a much better job of getting the Weyr back on its feet than he could have managed.
However while he used the space available in the weyrbowl to run an oiled rag over Igadoth’s hide Z’mir did his best not to bring those thoughts to mind, instead concentrating on how healthy Igadoth’s hide looked after his bath. It was a very good thing Z’mir was the tallest person in his family, because his dragon was so very big that it was much easier to oil him out here rather than in the confined spaces of their weyr and ledge, and even though Z’mir towered over many people Igadoth still had to bend and twist so that his rider could reach all of him.
‘There. I think you’re finally done.’ Z’mir announced, stepping back to view the results of nearly a whole morning’s intense labour, he was very glad indeed that his silver no longer needed this sort of treatment every single day. Still Igadoth make a fine figure, even without his huge size to factor in, just the bright silver of his hide with white highlights and smoke grey shadows wavering over it as the dragon moved was rather enchanting. ‘I’m glad to see the back of that now. You look wonderful but that was a great deal of hard work.’
Igadoth rumbled softly and nudged Z’mir with the tip of his muzzle. You are lucky that I am not too vain, Imagine how things would be if I demanded a bath every day.[/color] The dragon teased, uninetionally echoing his rider’s thoughts.
I was just thnking about that. I’d have to get you your own group of drudges because I’d be dreadfully waterlogged. Z’mir leaned his head against Igadoth’s nuzzle and half closed his eyes as the silver let out another rumble.
