Post by mandafloon on Nov 9, 2011 12:54:40 GMT -5
G'vril had kindly excused himself from the hustle and bustle of the Weyr. The weyrwoman was a mere sevenday dead, and already the rumors had begun to repeat. Of course, G'vril had turned an ear to them all, and don his fair share and more of nosing about. Such a shame, really. A pity. He had mourned, of course, and been furious that there'd been nothing he could have done to protect his weyrwoman. Like it or not, she'd been the weyrwoman, and her loss was not a good thing. Of course, his own desires and ambitions had been stoked by the act, but what would happen from now until Rekhath rose? Suppose Mairin was killed too? Then what? He'd worried over the situation far too many times. And that was exactly why he and Ehsazat h had left at high noon for the cove.
There on the shore G'vril neatly rolled up his sleeves and cuffed his trousers to avoid the water. Manual labor was not his favorite passtime, but cleaning his iron was a necessary task, and one he didn't dare leave to anyone of lesser skill or knowledge of the huge beast. They'd brought along several pails of sweet sand and oil, and one of the sand ones he lifted and began to wade towards the Iron.
Ehsazath was lying just off shore, the water only deep enough to pass over his elegantly folded forelimbs. He was thinking smugly, enjoying the pampering that hadn't even come yet. Do be a dear and hurry up, won't you G'vril? This water is lukewarm at best, and you know how it wrinkles my skin. If I am to go flying near Rekhath's weyr later I would like to be at least presentable to her. Here. And please don't get any sand that isn't sweet on my back when you climb up. Only the best, after all, for the king of Solace. Which I shall be, when Rekhath rises.
The dragon lifted a limb enough to make it easier for G'vril to grab onto and pull himself up. The boy raised a brow at the dragon's claims, but there was pride behind his smirk. "You'd better. You're the best Iron, no, the best dragon in the weyr, so you'd better prove that to them." He poured the sweetsand onto Ehsazath's long back and began to lovingly work it around, cleaning out all the nooks and crannies of his skin. Where joints bent and wings met body all were meticulously scrubbed. "We'll be waiting long enough for her to rise as it is. I don't want to have to wait again after that under some weyrleader that isn't me."
There on the shore G'vril neatly rolled up his sleeves and cuffed his trousers to avoid the water. Manual labor was not his favorite passtime, but cleaning his iron was a necessary task, and one he didn't dare leave to anyone of lesser skill or knowledge of the huge beast. They'd brought along several pails of sweet sand and oil, and one of the sand ones he lifted and began to wade towards the Iron.
Ehsazath was lying just off shore, the water only deep enough to pass over his elegantly folded forelimbs. He was thinking smugly, enjoying the pampering that hadn't even come yet. Do be a dear and hurry up, won't you G'vril? This water is lukewarm at best, and you know how it wrinkles my skin. If I am to go flying near Rekhath's weyr later I would like to be at least presentable to her. Here. And please don't get any sand that isn't sweet on my back when you climb up. Only the best, after all, for the king of Solace. Which I shall be, when Rekhath rises.
The dragon lifted a limb enough to make it easier for G'vril to grab onto and pull himself up. The boy raised a brow at the dragon's claims, but there was pride behind his smirk. "You'd better. You're the best Iron, no, the best dragon in the weyr, so you'd better prove that to them." He poured the sweetsand onto Ehsazath's long back and began to lovingly work it around, cleaning out all the nooks and crannies of his skin. Where joints bent and wings met body all were meticulously scrubbed. "We'll be waiting long enough for her to rise as it is. I don't want to have to wait again after that under some weyrleader that isn't me."