Forced Hygenics [OPEN]

[Windra]

Rude.

Yuiryth held no qualms about scooping up her rider and dumping him into an unceremonious heap into the wide, opened ledge where the warm ever-circulating bathing waters poured over the threshold as a waterfall. And by 'heap' we mean ... splashing down. Into the pool. Buck ass naked.

You smell, the green scolded. Her wings swept backwards, allowing her to hover within sight of all those who might already be present. It's unseemly. And the weyr stinks something awful - as if Molift wasn't enough.

The green fire-lizard in question made an aggressive dive for the dragon's face. Yuiryth snapped her jaws, narrowly missing the nuisance. Another day of survival for the sour little wretch ...

"I am FINE the way I am, you pain in the rump!" shouted L'ndrah indignantly. He thrashed the water, red-faced with a tantrum. "There was nothing dignified about how you handled me just now!"

You need to bathe! You'll attract bugs. Do you know how many runnerflies I've swatted off my hide this morning alone?! Not to mention you'll become ill with whater Faranth-awful bacteria is lingering on your fingers and ... Draconic eyes bolted downwards in several quick, successive bobs to indicate his nethers. ... I've heard it will fall off if you don't clean it. Horrible! Scrub it clean too, please!

[Dragon]

Briolette couldn't stop a laugh as she watched, standing in nothing but a length of toweling with her short red curls falling loose around her face. The argument between the green and the boy she assumed was her rider was amusing. Not that he was much of a boy at probably only about five turns younger than her, but there was something immature about his appearance.

"It's just a bath," she pointed out casually. "I've seen baby whers put up less of a fight over a bath than you are."

She didn't really have any experience bathing human babies despite the fact she had four; that sort of thing was handled by creche workers.

Brio ignored the angry-looking green firelizard, instead watching the entertaining attempt by the dragon to bathe her rider.

[Windra]

L'ndrah's eyes flickered to the source of the voice and immediately jerked back, his face flushing with hard reds. Oh. A lady. A lady. A flash of red hair - ! And much more ... He immediately sank into the water with eyes slammed shut, wringing white-knuckled fingers into his greasy hair. "YOU COULDN'T HAVE WAITED UNTIL THE BATH WAS CLEAR - ?!"

Such righteous indignation. Yuiryth was far too large to fit into the bathing confines, or she would be dragging soapstone across his unruly hide herself! What reason have you to be shy?! You humans - we fly about in the nude all of the time. It's perfectly natural to be in the presence of another! Look at how her skin glows! If only you gave yourself half the effort, you might pull off a decent appearance as well!

Molift erupted in some sort of old lady cawing. L'ndrah? Decent? Pah! A variety of imaged depicting her bonded in the likeness of herdbeast pie came flowing into their minds. Yuiryth snapped at the green once more but the fire-lizard was safely out of her reach.

L'ndrah briefly considered letting himself sink into the bath and taking in a nice, long breath. Instead he waded to the edge, pulling himself out with a grumble. "I can't - how dare - !" he sputtered, enraged. "I'm leaving. To the Red Star with the lot of you!"

Yuiryth bounced frantically at the ledge. Nooo! You must wash! Think of the bugs!

"The only annoying fly I see right now is YOU!"

Stop him! Please!

[Dragon]

Raising an eyebrow, Briolette shifted her towel to secure it better, rolling the top down where it was wrapped around her bosom. "Why would I bother?" There were plenty of very busy times in the bath cavern, and Brio had bathed during all of them. "It's not like it's a big deal. Just a bath."

Honestly, she'd never seen even a newly hatched wher put up as much fuss about a bath as this dragon was.

The rider went to try to leave, and the green bounced in obvious agitation, begging Briolette to stop him from leaving. With a sigh, the brownhandler positioned herself between the rider and his way out, giving the green a respectful nod. "Your lady wants you clean, it's time to get clean," she said evenly. "Besides, she's right - you stink. You need a bath before you become a home for every vermin in the Weyr."