Fyridare
Brown Xhishoth: Hatchling

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Fr'dyre stood in the shallow water of a small lake near the Weyr, vigorously scrubbing his brown hatchling's hide. That feels good, Fr'dare, the hatchling told him. But could you
  oil me? Please?

Just a minute, Xhi, Fr'dyre told his bond-mate. But you're quite large, you know, and I'm not done washing. Although he sounded weary, the young rider was immensely proud of his hatchling; the largest of his clutch, the regal brown was already as big as many bronzes his age.

Xhishoth considered this. You can keep washing, then, and tell Hanashimazu to oil me.

Fr'dyre grinned. You think you're a queen, Xhi?

The brown turned to look at him, utterly serious. No... if I was a queen, I couldn't chase a queen. What about a bronze? He looked at his rider, not understanding what was funny, but draconically laughing just because Fr'dyre was. The two dissolved in laughter when, of his own accord, the blue flit came back with a soft hide and began rubbing oil into Xhishoth's tender skin. Resting his head on his hatchling's side, Fr'dyre told the dragon, Oh, Xhi, I love you.

And I you, Fr'dyre.
 
 

 

Fr'dyre Impressed brown Xhishoth at Ryslen Weyr of the