Dragon scrubing with Sardrinth

Tatoria's small smile spreads slowly until it's a
 full-fledged  grin and she arranges her broomstick 
 just right, fingers holding  it with a death-grip. 
 "And rugs can't hit back, can they?" she notes as her
 arms stretch backward and bring the handle down  
 /hard/ on her rug. it'll be a long time before you 
 persuade me  into the water with Drinth.
Pyrene looks almost regretful. "They can't, you're 
 right.... 
Tatora, was it?" Getting those names straight. Always
 useful if you want to scream at somebody to stop 
 snoring in the middle of the night. Or for making
 friends... whichever's more pressing. 
"Lyrica, y'know how many of these we've got to do?"
 Andraya looks down at the waterskin incomic dismay,
 then she shakes her head, silvery locks flying. "No,
 it's just water. I'm sorry. Do you want me to run and
 see if I can get oneof the drudges to put some red
 juice in it?" She tips her head sidewise, looking on
 at the rug-beating. "Yeah, if they could hit back, 
 you guys would be in some trouble."
Lyrica shakes her head,  "Nope, that's the beauty of 
 it."  She returns, giving her own rug a few extra
 whaps before standing back and  shaking her head,
  "Too bad the person you're thinking of can't feel
 it, though, that would be nice."  Oh, she's a 
 baaaaaaad girl. Another rug is prepared and she
 stands still for a moment,  "I could do this all day
 if I didn't have to help bathe one of the dragons...
 with Pia.."  Her nose wrinkles at the prospect but
 her expression quickly brightens,  "Oh, only about 
 a hundred or so.. they decided to take it easy on
 us."  Yes, insane /is/ the word. it's only half
 colored, and not all that great. I need some
 suggestions on the paws...
Lyrica meanders off toward the lake, chuckling
 inwardly at something..Oh, she's being good.. really..
Tatoria nods as she steps back, suddenly hidden in a
 large cloud of dust.  A fit of coughing as the dust
 settles, and soon Tatoria's visible again, though
 quite a bit dustier. "Yes," she finally manages.
 "I'm Tatoria." Another whack at the rug and she
 speaks again. "No we wouldn't," she disagrees. "You
 just have to know.. how to hit them right and run
 away before they can hit back." A gleam in her eye
 speaks of experience, though it's quickly hidden by
 even more rising dust.
Revnath's nose twitches from the dust, the springtime
 sunshine glinting off cardinal-tipped 'ridges. Rug
 beating. It's a duty, true, but does it have to be so
 /dusty/? Eh, it's a way to get a bath from the
 'rider. somewhere....
Beach (#5641)
Ancient dunes have been flattened by the endless
 parade of people and dragons that tramp northwest
 across the bowl, leaving a mere skiff of sand here
 along lake's beaten edge.  Footprints litter the 
 curve of beach, some left turns ago and caught frozen
 in the heavy clay earth near the water's edge.  As
 the sun sets, shadows invade, creeping like fingers
 across the gently sloping ground and darkening the
 distant ledges on the far side of the lake.
To the north, dust rises from the redolent pens while
 the flattened disc of the main bowl is just a step to
 the northwest.
  It is a spring midmorning.    The patches of mist
 have dissipated in the warmth of the sun.  The air is
 cool, but comfortable, and the sky seems to be
 clearing rapidly as the few clouds are driven away on
 a brisk wind.
To the north, you see Telynth, Druseth, and Rixesith.
Darting here and there are Solo, Maeva, Conspiracy,
 and Admiral.
Brown Zenzorath, green Kelitath, and blue Sardrinth
 are here.
You see Dama and Eliscar's Green house here.
Thesy, Ragis, and Lyrica are here.
Obvious exits:
Stables     Feeding Pens     Central Bowl     Lake
 
Sardrinth nearly knocks his lifemate over in his 
 eagerness to finally get /clean/. A barrage of
 pebbles and dust covers Thesy and the poor candidates
 as he comes to a sudden halt only a couple of feet in
 front of them. Who are those? the huge whirling eyes
 seem to ask, the long
 tail swishing. Anyway. There's water. He's here. Not good. So,
 although not without looking back a couple of times, he dashes into
 the water, adding wtness to dirt. Ain't he cute?
Pyrene wanders distractedly in from the Central Bowl.
 I can't get 'em right...
Pyrene keeps close to the rocks, and doesn't immediately come into
 vision. Two reasons. She's supposed to be beating rugs. And it's
 /Sardrinth/.
 Lyrica shakes her head, chuckling at the actions of the blue,  "Well,
 it's more exciting than those rugs, isn't it? At least there's water
 to wash off the dust."  Which, from the looks of things, she has
 already done.  Amulet chitters excitedly and looks over as if asking
 for permission and, for once, even Temper looks interested in this.
 Cyclone, well, is Cyclone. He's still sleeping soundly, draped over
 his human's shoulder. No food is present so he's not waking up.. yet. 
Ragis chuckles softly at the blue and shakes his head as he tugs off
 his boots.  The boots are quickly followed by his shirt and trousers
 so that he's still decently clad in his swimming shorts, he's bathed
 dragons before and knows that he'd rather not get his good leather
 trews wet, not to mention Khay's favorite shirt.
Andraya follows along with everyone else.. it might be something
 interesting, after all. The waterskin bumps along the sides of her
 legs, and she tugs futilely at it to try and prevent that. Silent,
 wide-eyed little shadow she is; Andraya knows that 'children should be
 seen and not heard'..besides, if she's quiet, she might be invited
 to..we..to whatever everyone else is going to do!
Zali reaches up a hand to brush the flying dust out of her face, eyeing
 the dragon hesitantly.  Not that water is /bad/. But cold on the other
 hand, is. "Shards Zal," the girl mutters to herself as she walks
 forward. "You've been swimming at Tillek, this can't be any worse."
 Right? 
"Drinth! Shards, /behave/ yourself!" Thesy scolds the blue vehemently,
 brushing mud and moist sand from her leathers. "Silly fellow!"
 Nevertheless brushes are handed out and the bluerider gives her
 orders, "All right, start at the neckridges and work your way down,
 I'll wash his head and I'll do my best to keep him under control. Just
 beware of his tail, ok?"
 Tatoria hangs back for an entirely different reason - namely that she
 has no clue what she's doing, and quite prefers watching and following
 the others' examples.  Her hands rub together briskly in an effort to
 remove lingering dust before she starts on her skirt, though the
 brushing doesn't seem to be doing much good.  Hands may be busy, but
 her eyes are busier as they keep careful note of the other Canidates.
Lyrica peels of her outer layer of clothing and sets her boots aside
 neatly, that's twice she's going to have to change today.. she may
 have to see that weaver after all,  "Got it."  She answers, looking at
 the brush and muttering "Can't be much different than washing a
 runner.. just more area to wash, is all.." Sure, she's completely
 confident... right..
Pyrene snorts under her breath and too late shushes her two blue
 lizards who trill excitedly and streak towards Sardrinth in the water.
 Pyrene elects to keep her distance, cover blown or not. "Watch it
 Andi.... Tyara will no doubt blame me if you get wet and catch your
 death of cold," she notes to the brat. She's still plagued with them,
 no matter what her knot.
Sardrinth already is wallowing in the water, making himself as flat as
 possible to give everyone perfect access to his hide, that star
 spangled draconic firmament he's so proud of. Don't be shy! Come
 closer, I don't bite! No, but watch his tail! Firelizards are welcomed
 with a loud buggle as well as humans.
Andraya slips out of her own boots, and carefully rolls her pantlegs up
 to reveal scabbed knees. "Want me to wash his feet? I'm small, and his
 feet and legs are all I can reach." She demonstrates this by reacginh
 highhigh over her head; even with the brush, she's nowhere /near/ the
 stomach of the dragon.
Ragis wades out into the chill water, shivering as he moves deeper,
 gasping as the water rises to his hips.  He stays close to Thesy, to
 steady her if she needs it with the excited blue.  He splashes a bit
 of water up on the dragon's hide and pours a good handfull of
 sweetsand out of the pouch hanging from his neck to scrub with.
Pyrene sits on cold sand and watches. "Thesy.... Are you sure you're
 meant to be in cold water while pregnant?" she asks. "I mean, it can't
 be that much better than between?" Not that she's a healer, she's just
 a voice of logic in this asylum for dragonriders.
With out even waiting for their human's permission, Lyrica's over-eager
 bronze and green make straight for the wallowing blue, diving down to
 grab as much sand as will stay in their tallons and beginning to
 scrub; it's fun for critters of little brain.  "Sharding crazy
 'lizards."  She sighs, following Ragis' example and moving off to do
 her own share of dragon washing. The tail is given a long study and
 she scrubs..  Pyrene is given a shrug,  "You know, we used to let
 runners into the water when they were carrying.. but, then, she's not
 a runner.." Brilliant deduction, no?
Not one for carrying a pouch of sweetsand, Andraya dips downwards and
 comes up with a double-handful of sand from the bottom of the lake.
 She dribbles the sand down on the dragon's hide in curliques and
 squiggly patterns, then she dutifully applies the brush and scrubs.
 More sand, more scrubbing, then she looks at everyone, a smear of wet
 sand along one cheek and exclaims, "This is FUN!"
After a moment of observation, Tatoria bends to quickly strip off her
 boots, then glances down at her dress. Well, it may get wet for the
 second time today, but she can't strip it /off/! She'll freeze! She
 settles instead for tucking the skirt up as high as she can as she
 strides toward the water with a determained gait. She pauses again at
 the edge of the water and tilts her head back to glance at the blue
 before taking up a brush and wading into the water.  Her eyes go wide,
 but she manages to refrain from gasping as she takes up a spot next to
 Lyrica. "Just scrub?" she questions. After all, Lyrica seems to know
 what she's doing.
Brush in hand, Zali removes her boots before wading out to the dragon
 as she shivers slightly. "Sooner you finish, the sooner you can go
 inside," she tells herself quietly, as she follows Ragis's example,
 splashing water agianst the hide. So the girl needs moral support,
 even if it happens to be her own. Anything wrong with that? Scrubing
 quietly and quickly, one sapphire eye flickers to the tail
 periodically, she'd rather not find herself face down in the water,
 thanks.
Thesy, who has moved to Sardrinth head and already is busy scooping up
 sand and scrubbing the dark face with it, causing the inner lids of
 Sardrinth's eyes to close, flashes a quick smile at Andraya, "Sure,
 just be careful with his talons, will you? They're sheated but he
 likes them cleaned as well. No problem, Pyrene, I'm in it only up to
 my thighs but why don't you come and join us?" The nanny gets a
 knowing grin and Lyrica an appreciative nod, "You're doing well, Lyr.
 Not much different from cleaning a runner, just more to wash." But -
 alas - Lyrica hasn't paid that tail enough attention ... one swift,
 calculated lash and the poor candidate is knocked over. "Drinth!"
Pyrene looks at Andraya as adults often look upon kids when they're
 being exceptionally incomprehensible. "Thank Faranth it won't be me
 scouring the sand from your hair," she comments. "Scub hard and avoid
 the tail," she calls helpfully over to Tatoria before shaking her head
 at Thesy. "I think I'm getting a cold? Better to keep out of chill
 water." Candidates have to stay healthy. Isn't it one of the Rules?
Lyrica gives a nod,  "So I think. This is the way we used to scrub the
 runners down back home- Ah!"  The exclamaition interrupts her sentence
 as she ends up splashing into the water rather suddenly.  "Oooh.. my
 bu.. um.. ow."  She mutters, looking up at the blue with a ruefull
 grin,  "Got me, alright..." Her backside is rubbed at and she sighs, 
 "And the bruises were /just/ going away too... "  Will she be the only
 girl on pern with perma bruies to the butt?  It sure looks that way. 
 Her head is given a shake and she stands.. slowly, and this time,
 watching that tail constantly. 
Ragis chuckles softly at Lyrica's unfortunate incident.  He knows too
 well the discomfiture of being sent head over tail by a dragon,
 Telynth having done it on more than one occasion.  He scrubs
 diligently and asks, "Will he want me climbing up there to scrub his
 ridges, Thes?  Unless of course you -want- him rolling over on us
 Candidates?"
Tatoria spins her head back to the shore, then chants Pyrene's advice
 under her breath. "Scrub hard and avoid the tail. I can do that." She
 flinches suddenly as the Canidate next to her is suddenly knocked over
 by said tail and drops of water fly up to drip down her face. "I think
 'avoid the tail' may be the most important bit of that," she notes
 wryly as she begins scrubbing with a vengence.
Lyrica shakes her head; go ahead and laugh, she would,  "Guess I
 learned my lesson."  More scrubbing is given to 'her' section of blue
 hide while her eyes dart from tail to dragon and back,  "At least I'm
 still used to the cold, there was snow on the ground when I left
 home.." Was thaat whistfullness in her voice
Thesy can't help but laugh at the poor Lyrica, wet and covered with
 mud. Though she does pity the girl a little it's candidate fate and
 she has had the pleasure more than often enough. "Sorry, Ly," is
 called apologetically, the rider paying attention to the blue's
 eyeridges and, at the same time, tries to keep an eye on the little
 group she's in command of at the moment. But most of them seem to do
 pretty well and Sardrinth to enjoy his bath hugely, "You might try,
 Rage, though I can't vouchsafe for him? You know how he is when he
 gets a bath." Or just near water. Ask Pyrene. "You're doing all really
 well." Tatoria might get the hang of it but this is not Sardrinth's
 first bath and he wants to have fun. Beneath the surface the tail
 comes closer, silently and unnoticed by the candidate ... splash! Two
 down, two or three to go.
Tatoria manages the beginnings of an "Eep!" before she disappears under
 water, only to reappear a moment later full of sputters and glares and
 stands of hair dripping into her eyes. "Ack!" she manages as a hand
 lifts to swipe hair out of her eyes.
Ragis chuckles as he climbs up the dragon's side.  "He wouldn't,
 Thesy.....not if he doesn't want to forego his lullabyes for a
 sevenday or so....." he calls down teasingly, just a hint of sincerity
 in his tone.  He scrubs at the hide and neckridges that are already
 wet.  "Lyrica?  Can you fling a bit of water up here in front of me?"
Andraya nods, and plops herself down into the water. "Ok, 'Drinth, I'm
 going to wash your feet for you. Would you just stick your foot up, so
 that I can get at the claws? Your rider said that you like 'em
 cleaned." She watches the dunkings with a concealed grin. Since she's
 already sitting in the water, she certainly doesn't have very far to
 fall.
Edaeyn stalks restively in from the Central Bowl.
Pyrene keeps a safe distance. She is not going anywhere near that
 dragon. Not in that water. "You'd be smarter to do what Rage is
 doing," she notes cheerfully. "He can't pull you underwater from his
 back..." Well, she suspects he can, but it'll be a lot more
 entertaining to watch those attempts.
Lyrica nods and begins flinging water as requested, Amulet and Cyclone
 joining in on the fun, though the bronze's smell spreads easily in the
 air,  "That enough?"  She asks, trying to duck the shower she's
 getting from the duo in the process.  Her gaze goes to Pyrene and she
 shrugs,  "Well.. if he doesn't mind...." 
Zali ducks, attempting to shield herself from the splash from downed
 candidates.  Eyes stay more firmly attached to the tail now.  "Are
 you...alright?" Zali asks the two fallen, as she tries to control her
 grin. One hand still busy with scrubbing, the other reaches for more
 sand. As eyes quickly return to the tail, her attention wavers from
 the brush in her hand and she drops it with a soft curse. "Shards."
 Bending over, she waves her hands about in an unsusccesful attempt to
 find the lost item.
Tatoria climbs to her feet, brush amazingly still grasped in her hand,
 and procedes to fix her firm glare on the blue hide directly in front
 of her. "Not very nice of him when we're /washing/ him," she mutters
 before turning her gaze to Zali, the glare only slightly less harsh.
 "I'm fine, thanks. Just... wet." An arm is lifted as if to prove her
 point. "Again."
Ragis laughs as some of it hits him and nods.  "That's good,
 thanks....." he says as he continues his scrubbing.  He scoots
 forward, climbing and settling between neckridges so that he can get
 to the ones farther up.  He's careful not to pull too hard, or scrub
 at the tender junctions.  He laughs down at Tatoria.  "He's just
 playing....he doesn't mean any harm.  After all, you'll get worse from
 your own if you're lucky enough and you have to wash them yourself,
 Tat....”
Tatoria glares upward this time as she puts as much force as possible
 behind her scrubbing. "But I just got /dry/!" she protests in Rage's
 direction. Or at least, it seems like it to her. 
"Are you all right, Tatoria?" Thesy peers around her lifemate's head to
 check. Since the girl doesn't seem to have taken any harm, she scowls,
 "You /are/ enjoying yourself, aren't you? They're supposed to get you
 clean not to get drowned. So stop it, please?" and his headknobs get a
 fiercer scrub than probably necessary. With a rather nasty effect for
 Ragis since Sardrinth, eager to get away from his annoyed lifemate,
 suddenly turns to one side and submerges in the water, dragging the
 young man with him. /And/ he manages to swish his tail so forcefully
 that even Pyrene is showered with the dirty water.
Lyrica grins over at Tatoria,  "Ah, it's just water, it'll dry just as
 fast."  She then points to her state of near undress and grins, 
 "'Sides, that's what these are for."  Her eyes close at the shower of
 water that drops over her and she chuckles, giving a wave in Edaeyn's
 direction,  "Wanna wash a dragon?"  
Edaeyn follows the sounds of splashing from the bowl, although her
 attention is more on one bared arm, rubbing something there with two
 fingers.  She tunes into the sound of a voice actually greeting her,
 eyes lifting to regard the scene.  "Are you washing the dragon, or is
 the dragon washing you?" she asks, midway between dubious and amused.
Zali finds herself pushed over in the surge of water, and floundering
 in the shallows. "Shells!" AS the dolphincrafter gets her feet back
 under her, she stands, glaring down at her clothing. "Looks like
 another trip to the weavers to me," she comments acidly, before
 placing her hands on her hips with a sigh. Wait! There's her lost
 brush.  Reaching out, she grabs the scrubber agian,, then turns
 narrowed eyes to the dragon. Maybe she can use it to beat him with?
Tatoria glances down at her own dripping dress ruefully. "Maybe taking
 up the habit of pants is a good idea," she mutters before flashing a
 too-bright smile at Thesy. "Just fine, just fine. A little damp is
 all," she calls before setting on the hide again with a fierceness
 usually reserved for her glares. "Just fine," she mutters again under
 her breath.
Lyrica looks up again and laughs,  "More like both."  Her hands scrub
 vigerously at the hide in front of her and she moves down a bit,
 pausing a moment to whipe the excess water from her bald scalp,  "Good
 thing is, I don't have to worry bout my hair getting tangled in all
 this.."  Right, just watch out for the glare. 
Pyrene leaps to her feet with a slight shriek at the water. "Thesy!
 Can't you control that dragon of yours??" she asks desperately. She's
 utterly soaked now, so you could say that there's her reason for not
 helping gone out the window. She won't be the one to say it though,
 glaring at Sardrinth as she wrings out her skirts.
Ragis flails in the water, arms and face barely breaking the surface. 
 "Thes.......get......off....." is gargled as he doesn't surface too
 quickly.  Seems he forgot to get away from the neckridges that have
 him semi-pinned to the sandy bottom.  After a brief thrashing, he
 stands and flings that long wet braid back over his shoulder.  "Great
 Faranth, Drinth!  You trying to drown me?  I thought you liked
 me....." he says, half angry, half jokingly.  He coughs the last bit
 of water that he happened to inhale.
Tatoria glances over at Lyrica as her scrubbing eases a bit. "Hair
 /can/ be a problem," she admits with a swipe at her long tresses.
 "Maybe a braid's a good idea too?" A hint of a smile disturbs her
 otherwise perfect look of anger as she watches Lyrica brush water from
 her scalp. 
Edaeyn chuckles softly from her position:  to wit, safe and dry, for
 the moment.  "It's just water, and winter's already over," she offers
 philosophically.  "I wouldn't be too concerned about it ..."
 channels. One of these days, I'll just turn them all off. :p
Andraya shakes her head, and stands, the only person to NOT be
 tail-thrashed into the water. The indignant little lass marches to the
 front of the dragon, feet kicking up water as she stamps each one
 down. Reaching Sardrinth's head, she looks upupup at the blue, then
 shakes one finger at the dragon, scolding in her child's voice, "Now
 /HOW/ am I s'posed to warsh your feet if you won't quit wiggling
 around like that?"
Sardrinth looks as innocent as a dragon can. It's not his fault! Blame
 his rider! Always blame her. He's just a big innocent. However, Ragis
 is nudged apologetically. Sorry. Didn't mean it. Thesy, on the other
 hand, fumes. "Shards! If you don't stop to behave like you had just
 hatched, I'll cancel this. Is this understood?" Her first concern is
 the little girl who's been washing her feet, her next - naturally -
 Ragis. "Oh shells, pet! Are you ok? I'm so sorry." You'll have to
 excuse her, he's the father of Tyara's annoyance, errr, her baby.
 Since the others seem all right, she turns back to Sardrinth, who now
 has settled back to laying on his tummy, and hisses, "No more of this,
 ok?"
Zali turns to Edaeyn with a small scowl. "/You/ want to join us then?"
 She places her hands on her hips, brush still clutched, although
 hopefully all ideas of using it for other purposes gone from her mind.
 A sigh escapes her lips, and she throws up her hand. "Faranth..." she
 mutters as she moves up to the dragon agian, one hand full of sand,
 the other of brush.
Lyrica gives a grin to Tatoria and then looks up at the blue, giving
 him a sympathetic look; she's enjoying herself even if everyone else
 doesn't appreciate the soakings they're getting,   "Easier to keep
 clean too." 
Ragis pats the blue on the muzzle and grins at Thesy.  "Of course I'm
 fine.....I'm standing after all.  No need to be sorry, this blue bag
 of bones isn't.....well, not all that sorry at least." he says.  He
 retreives his brush and returns to the dragon's side, pausing long
 enough to give the rider a reassuring kiss.  "I'm fine,
 love.....Really." he murmurs to her.
Andraya looks up at the rider, grins hugely with klahbark eyes
 innocently wide. "I'se ok. I was already sittin' in the water, and
 being wet don't hurt me none. It's just that I was trying to do his
 claws, and he kept moving." Sardrinth is given another pocket-glare,
 and Andraya shakes her brush at him. "Now if you want those feet
 warshed, you're going to have to hold still, 'K?" And back she trudges
 with her scrub-brush.
Pyrene hugs herself against wet shivers, and comes closer to the
 water's edge, bouncing lightly on her toes. She's wet anyway, may as
 well take a few risks. "Watch out he doesn't step on you," she
 suggests to Andraya, half in hope. "How're you doing?" she asks the
 candidates. She's happy to give out more tips if needs be.
Sardrinth would purr if he could at all the attention he gets. Hey,
 he's even about to get a pedicure. Carefully a large paw rises from
 the water, the girl /is/ rather small after all. Lets see, he's got
 all of them, right? Even Pyrene, his favorite toy. Wait! He's missed
 one. A quick whirling glance goes to Thesy but she's busy scrubbing
 his neck and seems to be distracted enough now that he's behaved for a
 little while. So the tail takes action again, sneaks up to Zali, the
 tip curling around a leg ... and he pulls. Gently but firmly. Should
 be sufficient to get her off her feet neatly.
Lyrica watches the actions of the blue but is not about to ruin his
 fun.  Temper and Amulet scrub faithfully at the hide of what they see
 as the biggest version of Cyclone that has ever lived, and are
 completely contented for the moment.  Hearing the excitement, the
 afore mentioned lazy 'lizard chooses to wake, quickly joining in on
 the fun; see? He doesn't sleep /all/ the time.
The housekeeper arrives to cart Tatoria off to bed.
Mid-step, Zali's eyes widen, and she agian drops her brush as the tail
 curls around her leg. Her squeak turns to gurgles as she joins the
 brush beneath the water. Sputtering, she pops right back up to glare
 at the dragon. "See if I clean /you/ agian," she mutters as she once
 agian gets to her feet. One eye remains locked on the blue as the
 other searches for the repeatedly dropped scrubber. As she finds it,
 she marches over to the dragon and begins to scrub furiously. When
 she's done, this will be the cleanest dragon on Pern. Maybe.
Plopping back onto her bum in the water Andraya nods at Pyrene. "I
 will, but I don't think he can while I'm holding his foot." And she
 reaches out to grasp the foot and slip the skin up around the first
 claw. Reaching for more sand, she dribbles in around the claw, then
 looks at the brush. Too big. So, she improvises and just uses the tip
 to gently scrub in the sand, reaching and scrubbing the underside with
 her small hand.
Pyrene shrugs at Andraya, secretly disappointed that Drinth hasn't made
 any attempt to pick the brat up with his tail. Wretched dragon. "You
 sure you're OK, there, Thes?" she asks the rider. Her own teeth are
 chattering so she's no idea how the rider's coping. Not to mention
 those poor candidates.
Tatoria continues to give her spot attention, scrubbing hard at her
 little circle, which she hasn't moved from since they began washing.
Edaeyn stalks restively in from the Central Bowl.
Lyrica gives a chuckle and shakes her head,  moving down a bit further
 and scrubbing as hard as she can,  "Go on, you three, get the other
 side.. I'm drenched."  She tells her trio of cleaning 'lizards before
 turning to look at the others to see who's still standing. 
Andraya moves slowly from claw to claw, ignoring the chill of the water
 in that weird way children have at not noticing such things. Then she
 releases her grasp on the foot, and scooches backwards, still in the
 water, careful not to be stepped on, just like Pyrene warned. "Ok,
 Drinth, that foot is done. You can put it down now for a rinse."
Ragis keeps glancing at the rider as he scrubs the blue hide clean,
 keeping an eye on her as well.  Can you tell he positively dotes on
 her?  He looks back to the blue and cocks his head at the expanse he
 was washing and finds it clean enough.  He moves to the dragon's tail,
 apparently the only one brave enough.....or stupid enough? to try
 washing that part.
Thesy snorts, she really is furious now. R'sli will be more than
 annoyed, should any of the candidates get hurt by Sardrinth or his
 games. "All right. That's enough. You're clean and I rather have the
 poor folks get themselves clean and dry before any of them catches
 pneumonia. She sighs, a rather annoyed sound, since she'll have to oil
 him all by herself now but candidates just can't be risked. "I'm fine,
 Pyrene. I'm used to it, no? Ok, I think that's enough for this time.
 You better get a bath yourselves now. And dry clothes and a warm
 drink. /You/ are not used to it." Walking over to Andraya, she gives
 her a gentle ruffle of hair, "And you, m'dear, get warm and dry as
 well and then you go to Fanna (Thesy's personal drudge) and tell her
 Isaid you're to be given any sweets you want, ok?"
That's got to be one clean patch of skin - Tatoria's been focusing all
 her efforts on it for at least the past quarter candlemark. Her arms
 drop to her sides and she inches backwards at Thesy's words. "We're
 done?" she questions with a quick glance around at the others.
Pyrene glares at Thesy. "So /that's/ what you do behind the nannies'
 backs, hm?" she asks. "What'll you give me for not telling Tyara?"
 Always an eye for profit. "You lot all coming for a bath then?" she
 asks the others. They've been /ordered/ not to do a chore, right?
Ragis remains at Thesy's side and frowns at her.  "You know perfectly
 well that I'm used to this....and Telynth has done just as bad to me,
 if not worse.  And you will not oil that blue beast by yourself......he
 ar me?" he says only for her ears.  His clothes are dry after
 all....as long as he gets out of the cold, wet shorts that is.  He
 waves at Pyrene and shakes his head.  "You go on without me.....I'm
 gonna help oil him."
 back in.
Zali glances over to Thesy, then with one last scrub, takes a step back
 to admire her work. A small smile dances onto her face as she does so,
 before tossing the brush back onto the sands. Walking out of the
 water, she nods at Pyrene. "I could definately use a bath. A nice,
Tatoria splashes out of the lake, drawing in a quick breath as her wet
 skin is now exposed to the air. "A bath... sounds good," she replies
 to Pyrene. Her arms snake around her shoulders in a half hug and begin
 to rub briskly, chilled now that she's not working.
 earlier ... ooooh, 'fused.  
Lyrica steps back and grins,  "And he's even more handsome now."  She
 notes, calling her 'lizards over to her and walking toward the shore
 and her clothes.  The damp outfit is tugged over her soaked under
 garments and she grimaces,  "Better get these changed.."  
Andraya nods, and looks up at Thesy, eyes wide at the unexpected treat.
 "Any sweet I want? Wow." She beams, and then prances out of the water,
 chanting to herself, "I'm gonna have a sweeeet, gonna really really
 eeeeat..." Ok, so she's not much on wordingm but it rhymes.. and she
 can dance to it, if she were so inclined. Turning back as she reaches
 the beach, she calls out, "Thank you Drinth, and thank you Rider for
 the sweet!"
Thesy nods, rinsing the last of the sand from Sardrinth neck, the blue
 nearly regretting his antics now. Bathing is so much fun bot over way
 too quickly, "You sure are and you all did a great job, really. I'm
 awfully sorry he behaved so badly, yes, you did!" Her lifemate gets
 another glare and Lyrica, Tatoria, and Zali an appreciative nod.
 "Thanks for helping." Turning swiflty to the ex-headnanny, she grins,
 "Well, Andraya, that's your name, right? ... well, she deserves it.
 And you can tell Tyara as much as you like." Sorry, no profit here.
 "You would? I'd love you to help me." Ragis finds himself smiled at
 gratefully. Or the rider rather gets another opportunity to drool over
 names.
Edaeyn steps crossways along the beach, staying out of splash range
 just in case Sardrinth has one more clean sweep of the tail left. 
 "Mind if I join you all?" she murmurs.  Don't ask exactly when or
 where she ended up with a large stripe of red paint down one -
 thankfully bare - arm.
Pyrene peers at Sardrinth's gleaming blue expanse. "Handsome?" she asks
 Lyrica wryly. "If you say so... I'm for the baths at any rate...."
 Shaking her head after Andraya, she drifts over with the other
 candidates. It's that safety in numbers mentality.
Tatoria deposits her brush safely on the shore before scurrying toward
 the indoors - where there's no chance of wind and a chance of a nice
 bath.
Sardrinth warbles wistfully at the retreating candidates cum weyrbrat
 and steps out of the water and shakes himself thoroughly. Showering
 them with a drizzle. His way to say thanks?
Ragis chuckles softly and nods.  "You know I'm not going to let you oil
 him alone.....not when you aren't supposed to do anything strenuous,
 love." he murmurs as everyone leaves them alone, dragon, rider and
 candidate.  He's not had a chance to drool over names yet and can't
 wait to hear her ideas.  He grins as he takes Thesy's arm and helps
 her out of the water.
Sigh. Edaeyn really shouldn't have said that since the tip of Drinth's
 tail's still in the water. Twitch. Lash. Splaaaaaash!
Zali is drenched enough by now, that Sardrinth's parting spray doesn't
 bother her. She nods at Thesy, grinning slightly. "Your welcome," Then
 turns to the other candidates. "Lets go for that bath, /He/ may be
 clean, but /I'm/ not." She trudges back toward the caverns, water
 dripping from every location possible.