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Just a little bit of "fluff" RP.
Jaegon is pulling weeds from the garden as you pass. Ranth croons to Jaegon. Jaegon looks up as his light is blocked. "Oh, afternon, Ranth." Ranth warbles cheerfully and peers at what Jaegon is doing. Jaegon seems to be getting rid of some plants. Little blades of grass, mostly. Jaegon ducks the shower of sand from a departing bronze as he pulls up another weed. Garrick waves to Jaegon as he heads north. Garrick heads north along the wall of the Bowl. Garrick has left. Jaegon looks up at Ranth. "Hey, if you keep your head there, I'll be cooler. What do you think?" Ranth warbles agreeable and spreads his wings, creating a large patch of shade. Jaegon grins at the blue. "You're too kind. I mean it. I'll give you a good oiling later, I promise. Ranth croons happily and continues to act as a shade umbrella. Jaegon talks to the blue as he weeds. After all, Ranth seems to be in a good mood. "So how's Siara's hatchling, huh? Does she keep you awake?" Ranth rumbles, his tone deepening to one of concern. You say "Yeah? Well, she'll get better about it, whatever it is. I promise. Human hatchlings are as hungry as dragon hatchlings, and they yell about that. And they yell about muck. And they don't have teeth, and when the teeth come in they yell about that. It'll be all right, Ranth." Ranth rumbles loudly at the mention of teeth. You say "I thought that might be it. Is her sire concerned?" Ranth warbles with a negative inflection. You say "Then it'll be all right. I'm sure Siara's worried, but Sahra is growing like a hatchling right out of the shell. Does she know who you are yet?" Ranth rumbles indignantly. Of course, is the implication. Jaegon chuckles. "I thought so. I know I've been able to tell dragons apart since I can remember. So she's bright, and strong, and obviously has a lusty yell." Ranth rumbles proudly, quite convinced that Sahra is his hatchling too. Jaegon grins up at the proud blue. "You did a good job, Ranth. I can only hope that Ladonyth did as good a jo with me when I was a little!" Ranth warbles and wonders about that oil. Ranth croons cheerfully to that. Jaegon comes back out of an entrance with a big pot of oil and a brush or two. "OK, Ranth. Where does it itch?" Ranth stretches himself out and warbles appealingly. Jaegon grins and leans against your head. "Muzzle first! Lid your eyes." Ranth does so happily. Jaegon dunks the brush in the oil and applies it liberally to Ranth's soft blue skin. "Woo. Right between the eyes. There's one that'd be fun to scratch." He smooths in the soothing oil. Ranth croons softly as Jaegon finds the right spots. You say "I bet that feels better." Jaegon's had lots of practice at this, and it's not long before Ranth's entire head is covered. "Where else?" Ranth lifts a wing with a plaintive croon, quite the dissembler, as his rider oiled him only yesterday. Jaegon chuckles and slathers oil along the wingfingers, working it toward the centers of the sails. Ranth croons softly and contentedly at his riders good friend. Jaegon thumps the blue's side affectionately, then smears oil all over that too. "Good thing dragons aren't ticklish. Hmm. When did Siara last replace her straps?" Ranth warble inquisitively, time not being a draconic strong point. You say "You've got a slightly flaky spot right where the buckle should go. Maybe I should suggest that to her." Ranth rumbles agreeablly. You say "It can't hurt. And I can't iagine having a buckle rub there would be too pleasant, huh?" Ranth rumbles a little defensively. His rider takes good care of him. Jaegon rubs your side reassuringly. "Don't get your tail in a knot, Ranth. They're probably fine, just a little stretchy right now. Not so she'd notice." Ranth rumbles a little worriedly still. You say "What's wrong, big guy? I know she'd never neglect you. Not for a sixteenth candlemark." Ranth rumbles affirmativelyh. And LOUDly! You say "All right, then. This would be an easy spot to miss." He slathers oil up to the neckridges. "How's that feel?" Ranth croons, much as a human would sigh in contentment. Jaegon grins impishly. "Think Siara will mind me spoiling you? Rysa doesn't want me to even touch Iri." Ranth continues to croon, quite certain that his rider would hardly object to an old and trusted friend, almost a brother, oiling him. You say "She does a great job on her own. Your skin's as soft as if she just oiled you yesterday!" Ranth is a little uncertain about when yesterday was, but he warbles anyway. You say "All right, belly now, smoothly so you don't mess up what you've already got." Aisheth unlids one eye. His doze disturbed by all these goings on. He rumbles lightly to the blue in amusement. Ranth cooperates obediently. Jaegon dunks the brush in the oil and applies it liberally. "There. Dragon belly, meet oil. Oil, meet belly." Ranth rumbles with laughter and wriggles as only a huge blue creature can. Jaegon finishes the oiling and gives Ranth a thump, which at his size feels like a love pat. "Better, big one?" Ranth croons deeply, happily and nudges Jaegon affectionately. You say "Hey, you deserved it. I'll mention that buckle spot to Siara, all right? But I've got to go get something to drink, or I'll be dry enough to finish off the lake by myself." Ranth warbles softly, falling asleep as Jaegon leaves.Contents: Jaela Lyndra Meal Table Obvious exits: Bowl STairs Records Room INFirmary Kitchen Inner Caverns Jaegon comes in, oil pot in hands, a bit oily in places himself. He grins as he spots some people he knows. "Evening, Mother, Lyndra!" Jaela smiles over at Jaegon, "Well hello there, hon. My you're looking good today...and you know Lyndra? Isn't she a nice girl?" Jaegon, in point of fact, looks scruffy. He's been weeding the gardens and then oiling Ranth, and he looks it. "We've met." Uh oh. That's an interesting tone of voice from Jaela. Jaela smiles at Jaegon, "Wonderful....you should show her around more..."
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