Itchy spot for the win -open-
Sept 28, 2015 17:32:46 GMT -8
Post by Murder of Rows on Sept 28, 2015 17:32:46 GMT -8
Iryasa of Shiroi-Murasaki Essamoryth
I itch, my sweet wonderful Iryasa . . . Please sand between my wings, Iryasa heard, causing the young Chimera Junior Weyrwoman to lift a brow in question. Her dragon rarely asked her to sand an area mainly cause she rarely got itchy patches anymore. It seemed that lately here Essamoryth was becoming more and more itchy which made Iryasa worry she was neglecting the poor thing. Of course, you aren't neglecting me. I'd nip that in the bud right away! I think it's just the weather that is drying me out, seemed to put an end to the neglecting thoughts. Nodding, Iryasa rolled up her dress until the hem was about mid thigh, pulled off her boots, and rolled her sleeves before walking out into the water and climbing onto her Chimera's foot.
It didn't take Iryasa more than a few moments to find the spot Essamoryth mentioned as she could see the growing dry patch. It was right under where her saddle would be, coupled with the weather and sweating, Iryasa could see how the spot would be irritating. "I'll talk to the dragon Healer and have a salve made for you to help with the spot," she mentioned as she sat astride her dragon and went to work scratching around the spot. As she worked on the spot, Essamoryth settled into the water, the surface of the water barely coming up to her ribs, which meant Iryasa was dry at the moment. The dragon seemed to be enjoying her rub and was almost purring in contentment.
With Iryasa stable once more, Thros and Vorr came out of hiding. The chairo and kuroi flits were young and both were attached to Iryasa but neither really liked it when she moved about. They weren't yet comfortable staying on her shoulders, though Vorr was starting to prove harder to get off of her once he got comfortable. The two flits took up residence on Essamoryth's outstretched neck and while Vorr tried to flirt with the dragon, Thros seemed to be watching what Iryasa was doing and trying to mimic it with his claws on Essamoryth's neck. The Junior Weyrwoman couldn't help but laugh as she watched the chairo's attempts.