Bothersome Bathers [OPEN]

[FirebrandPhlox]

"They said it was going to be warmer than Telgar. They didn't tell us it was going to be sweltering." Ch'trelle griped as she waded into the lake. It was a sunny, sticky day in the jungle, too blistering to do any real work. Ch'trelle was using the heat as an excuse to bathe Benneth, and was already stripped down to her undergarments.

Ch'trelle. When we were in Telgar, you constantly moaned about the cold. I will not stand for you switching to complaining of the heat. Benneth scolded as she slipped into the cool lake. She sighed happily as the brisk water flowed over her hide. The green didn't want to give Ch'trelle the satisfaction of agreeing with her, but adjusting to Semaca's heat was proving more difficult than she had expected.

Ch'trelle grinned at her dragon. "But my curmudgeonly ways are part of my charm! How else am I going to woo the ladies? You wouldn't deny me such a crucial aspect of my being, would you?"

Benneth rolled over in the water, exposing her side. Not if you start putting that brush to good use. I have a wicked itch that I cannot quite reach myself.

"Making me work in this heat! You're a cruel mistress, Benneth!" Ch'trelle joked as she began scrubbing her dragon. "Look at all that my dragon demands of me!" She called to another person enjoying the lake. "A regular taskmaster! Soon enough she's going to demand I bring her herdbeasts on golden plates!"