Biarni & Rianth     Rianth nudged Biarni's hand and the oil-soaked cloth it was holding, towards the jar full of oil. Just one more layer on my back? Please? It itches so very, very much!

Biarni sighed and dipped the oil into the jar again. Alright, but this is the last one! I've spent half my morning oiling you already! And I don't see why you need another layer. Your skin is drenched in the stuff already.

What better way to spend half a morning? Rianth asked, humming happily as Biarni put yet another layer of oil on her white hide.

You're hopeless, you know that? Biarni moved her dragon off of her lap. If there's half as much oil on you as there is on my pants, then you should be swimming in the stuff!

I don't itch anymore! Rianth announced happily, prentending not to hear her rider's complaint.

Well at least something good came out of that, Biarni sighed, looking down at her pants. They had been very nice pants, now she would probably never get the smell of the oil out of them. And she certainly couldn't wear them anywhere today.

I didn't like those pants much anyway, Rianth remarked. They're not very pretty on you. Now at least they'll smell good.

Fashion advice from a dragon, Biarni chuckled. Maybe we have a future in the tailor craft, Ri. I can see it now. You can carry the people to their fittings and critique my designs and then I can sew them.

Rianth leaned up against her rider's leg, getting oil on the already soaked pants. I think I prefer learning to fly and go between better than tailoring.

Biarni chuckled and reached down to stroke her dragon's head.I thought you might.

Besides, I don't think they'd let us become tailors.

Probably not.