Logs:Cleanliness
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| RL Date: 8 November, 2013 |
| Who: Ghena, Knioth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Ghena learns to deal with her lifemate's peculiarities. |
| When: Day 15, Month 3, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: G'laer/Mentions, Teisyth/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Kinda fun to write, hopefully gives a good example of both personalities. |
| Ghena watched the steady rise and fall of Knioth's chest, admiring the still small blue and his newly oil'd sheen. The little beast opened a sleepily whirling eye peering at her as she wiped the extra oil from her hands. « Don't forget to put the oil away, the peasant and the porcine might return and spill it in their clumsiness. We must always look our best. » His metallic clang clanked sleepily in her head. Rolling her eyes and tossing the towel next to the still unclosed bottle, Ghena made her way to her cot, intent upon sleep. « Ahem. » his head rose straight up to look at her, both eyes wide open once more. « I believe thou forgot to put the oil away, despite my courteous reminder, not to mention left the bench a mess. How am I supposed to sleep in such a sty? » Ghena flopped face first on her bed, purposefully ignoring her life mate. She'd clean it up in the morning, and had - at least by her reckoning - earned a decent nights sleep. « I know thou art attempting to ignore me. I would, however, remind thee about what happened to my last bottle of oil that went missing when thou did not clean it up. Come now, we are better than the peasant. » She could tell he was wide awake again, as claws scratched the stone, and though it would do her no good, she pulled her pillow over her head. he'll get tired of this and sleep she tells herself before the scratching of claw's stops. THWUMP! "Gerroff me!" Ghena protests as about 60 pounds of azure dragon lands squarely on the small of her back. « Art thou going to clean up before thou goest to sleep? » The blue clinks and clangs. "Fine." She relents, and the pressure is gone. She rolls over, to watch her life mate trot back to his couch, pleased. « Thou art valliant young squire, thou just needs a little polish. » he yawns. His eyes do not close until Ghena has sealed the oil bottles and replaced them in proper order on the shelf, tossed her dirty clothes and the used towels into the laundry hamper, dressed in clean sleep clothes after brushing out her perpetual bed head. "For the love of - may I please sleep now?" The girl asks, as she pulls back the covers to the freshly made bed, only to find her life mate sound asleep. It doesn't take the Weyrling long to do the same herself. |
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