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Mnaeth snuffled, causing a small windstorm. Why can't we go do something?
Salael raised her head from where she had collapsed from heat on her bed. You can, I'm not going anywhere. It's too sharding hot to move, much less do anything.
It's much cooler in the lake, Mnaeth suggested. Let's go. I need a bath, and you need a swim.
I told you, I'm not going anywhere, Salael repeated. Unless you can figure out a way to get me to the lake without moving me.
Don't tempt me, the gold warned. You're talking to a very bored, very hot dragon who wants her bath.
Salael groaned. I'm not going! It's not worth the heat between here and the lake.
Without a word, the gold climbed down off her couch, gently plucked her rider from her bed by the tunic, and, ignoring Salael's mental and vocal protests, ambled back to her ledge and dove for the lake.
What in Faranth's name do you think you are doing? Salael demanded. She found out very quickly as Mnaeth opened her jaws and dumped her rider - clothes and all - into the freezing lake water.
When Salael surfaced to the politely hidded giggles of the other riders present, Mnaeth was happily submerged, a small force of firelizards happily scrubbing her back. What was that for? she asked as she waded over to her dragon, wringing her hair out as she went.
I was just making sure you didn't get to warm along the way, Mnaeth replied sweetly. Ah, doesn't the water feel good?
Salael opened her mouth and promptly found it filled with lake water from a stroke of the gold's wing. Better?
Sometimes I swear you're my little brother in a dragon's body, Salael grumbled. I'll bet you want me to help you with your bath too.
Mnaeth dragon-smiled. You are in the water already...
Salael sighed and went to work, wondering bitterly why riding a gold was considered an honor.
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