A Promise Unbroken (Open)

[cynath]

Stiff bristles brushed over the tough bronze hide, thick arm muscles working the brush with ease of turns of practice. It had taken V'rak nearly most of the day to get through his appointments, and this was his last: Bristith's polishing.

The Weyrleader stood in knee-deep water, small ripples splashing against his legs, his trousers rolled up as far as he could get them, yet they still were soaking up water. Couldn't be helped. A rider never expected to stay dry while bathing a dragon. The afternoon heat was slowly subsiding into dusk, a few rays of light still shining over the horizon.

Higher, the bronze demanded, lazing in the shallow water with smug satisfaction.

"Hey. Be nice or I'll make you scrub me next." The bronzerider said out loud. Though, he stretched up reaching that hard to reach place behind a wing and scrubbed in methodical circles.

Other dragons and riders ringed the bowl in their various activities, the first moment of a semblance of relaxing peace V'rak had had all day.

Bristith purred contentment while his rider scrubbed, having every intention of having a gleaming hide when he returned to Adeloth - and of course, being the best looking bronze in the Weyr. So for the sake of that, he kept his thoughts to himself and let V'rak scrub away.

[hrsegrl]

Finally they were no longer grounded. After another visit from the dragonhealers, K'dyn and Ortath were at the lake. The instructions were simple enough. He had to wash Ortath with a special type of sweet sand and he would have to use a different kind of oil so as to keep him from having another adverse reaction.

While the brown was wading in, K'dyn glanced over at Bristith. "Weyrleader, Bristith looks to be in great color. I would swear he had a smug smile on his face. Must be proud of himself and he has every reason to be. Best clutch on the sands since I've been here." K'dyn said. He actually liked Bronzes and their riders. He found them to be very natural leaders and easy to get along with.

Not like women. Women were a complete mystery to him. He didn't even want to think about getting messed up in any relationships at this point in his life. He was doing so well. It made him wonder how V'rak was handling his new relationship with the WEyrwoman. She kicked her last lover out, as rumor had it.

[cynath]

The Weyrleader dropped back down onto the flats of his feet, his scrubbing pausing as he looked back over his shoulder at the young Zahra rider. A smile pulled V'rak's lips at the compliment.

"Ahh, K'dyn, I can only rightly assure that he is as smug as a fat Weyrbeast on a fresh field." The Weyrleader chuckled, giving the dragon an affectionate slap with the brush to which the bronze gave a grunt.

"Ortath looks good as well. However, I can't help but wonder what ails the brown this time." He chuckled softly. The bronze, however, was impateint, and his tail lashed in the water, sending a spray over his rider's body, and sending waves higher up the Weyrleader's pants.

You stopped. Bristith grumbled.

V'rak rolled his eyes and turned back to scrubbing, though kept attention on the rider as to not be rude. The Weyrleader had a similar problem with women as the brownrider. They were a mystery to him mostly.

Go dry and then I'll find the oil. He instructed the bronze. He'd been scrubbing for so long that his arms were ready to fall off! The bronze gave a snort, but began to wade out of the water to find a boulder on which to sun himself to dry. Meanwhile, brush still in hand, V'rak waded, now soaked up to his thighs, towards the brown and his rider. Never hurt to be social!

[hrsegrl]

"As he should be." He laughed a moment. "You know dragon healers, intent on making it sound worse than it probably is. I'm to apply special sweetsand and oil to his hide. They said his body was having an adverse reaction. I just don't want to be grounded again for something like that. Really. Of all things a hide problem." K'dyn was obviously finding it all very amusing though his words held the sting of sarcasm.

The brown wasn't about to make small talk with Bristith. He wasn't all too interested in other dragons. Though every so often, when K'dyn wasn't paying attention, he would try to speak with an attractive green. I'm itchy. Scrub me. I'm working on it, oh master... The Brown's eyes whirled in annoyance.

K'dyn a;though he mentally protested had already started to scrub the Brown. Ortath as always made extra certain that he was scrubbed where it itched most. "Those areas need oiling more than scrubbing..." He muttered under his breath.

[jerith]

J'ren came down to the edge of the lake. His entire day had been spent with drills and training, a few hours in the library and another few helping his father. He still wasn't convinced that the broken leg wasn't just an excuse to make him do more work.
He took off his boots and rolled up his trousers. Gliath was in need of a scrubbing.
'Is this really necessary, I was enjoying my nap'
J'ren just looked at him expectantly as he landed and walked into the edge of the water. "Yes, I'm surprised you haven't been complaining about itching yet."
J'ren tossed his shirt over with his boots and got to work scrubbing his dragon
'You do a fine job taking care of my hide, but since you insist, scrub alittle lower please'
J'ren just chuccled to himself. He saw several others down at the lake, but he decided that getting this finished before sunset was going to leave him little time to socialize.

[cynath]

The Weyrleader rested the long brush over his shoulder casually as he looked the brown over. He didn't miss the slight annoyance that swirled in the dragon's eyes, though he highly doubted it was because of him. More likely due to the itch or some telepathic conversation he'd been excluded from. Not his business.

As the younger rider began to scrub, V'rak took a moment to glance around. Now that the day was winding to a close, he was glad to see that the riders paid attention to their dragons, instead of finding some alternative activity. He didn't offer to help the young brownrider, just stood in the water, still warmed from the day's heat, looking around.

Bristith, meanwhile, had settled quite contently on a large boulder, having had chased away it's prior occupants. The last thing the bronze needed was more ego. He was already turning into a bully.

Play nice, Bristith, The bronzerider scolded.

That was nice, the bronze informed His as he spread his wings to dry his hide as quickly as possible.