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 I am not dirty! Talveth protested, sidestepping quickly to avoid Syatti's towel. I'm perfectly clean! Y'know Tal, your white hide just makes that dirt easier to see, Syatti chuckled, wringing out the towel. Just let me wipe it off. Talveth made a face. No way! It'll rub the oil off my skin. And plus, that towel is itchy! Wherry-teeth, Syatti scoffed, advancing on Talveth again. This towel isn't any itchier than any other towel I've used on your hide and you haven't even felt it yet!  Talveth stopped her retreat for a moment to stretch out her neck and sniff at the rag carefully. Well it certainly looks itchy.
Syatti took advantage of Talveth's position to capture her dragon and put her in a gentle restraint which she'd used to check a few of the more unruly patients at the healer hall on more than one occasion. Just let me get this dirt of and then I'll re-oil you. How did you get so dirty at lessons today? We were just playing, the rainbow explained in that innocent tone Syatti had come to recognize as her "I did something bad but I'm not telling" tone. Would you mind scrubbing my left wing since you've got me pinned down anyway? So this is what I have to do to get you to take a bath, Syatti chided, changing her grip on Talveth so that she could extend her left wing. The rainbow of colors on her wing sparkled in the sunlight, dazzling Syatti as much as they had at Talzeth's Hatching. Most dragons like baths. This, scoffed Talveth, is not a bath. Syatti finished with the wing and stood back to admire her work. The muddy smudges were gone from Talveth's hide, which now shone as brightly as her wings. I don't know about that, Tal. You're clean, I'm wet, and there's a lot of wasted water. Seems like one of your baths to me. It was not a bath, Talzeth insisted. Now could you please oil me?  | ||||||||||||
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