"Your oil, my peacockish one," Ak'sei greeted the sunning blue with a wide flourish.
Haughty Amishuth frilled, lifting his neck to crane his head and nodding acceptably. Beads of water still drip-dropped down the tips of his wings but the springtime sun did its job with the rest of his body. All that was left after the rough debriding of softsand was a smooth finish demanding a final touch.
Yes, please! The goop was slick but oh so fulfilling. Ak'sei took his sweet time working the oil into his bonded's hide, working like a masseuse on his back and between the wing joints. Right there! Ahh ~ Don't forget between my digits. My talons crack so easily with this fading cold.
Ak'sei pursed his lips. "If you didn't bathe twice a flipping day, my darling, you wouldn't be drying out so often."
It's called self-care. These dashing good looks take a lot of hard work to maintain!
His rider held up a wrinkled hand and scoffed. "I'm all too aware of that, you big lout."