Essie
Puddle nodded, decidedly moving so his side was coated by the muddy part of the river and letting his limbs dip into the water. He sighed contentedly as the cool mud blanketed his side, comfort evident. 

"This, though, sister—This is perfect. Mud in the SandWing kingdom, enough for a fella like myself to feel right at home. Everything here is crooked and smushed together, but there's home for all of us." He laughed as he rolled onto his back, carefree for just a second before he remembered he was in public, making a bit of a scene. Well, who could blame a guy? Traveling in the Sand Kingdom with no mud to be found, nothing to cool his scales, the grainy sand stuck between his toes? He was a born traveler, but it still felt pretty impossible every time he made a big trek. 

Shaking his head and getting back into an acceptable lounge, he gave Mesa a look. 

"You should try it sometime." He stated, feeling the coolness on his back and side start to be blown by the wind. It made him shiver happily. "Know you're SandWing and all, but stayin' cool around here is mighty rough for the rest of us."
Scott
She giggled at his display, doing little to hide it. "Sometimes it's hard to think of you as royal, Prince Puddle." She commented, tail swaying carefully and talons tapping a half beat then parradiddles, subconsciously switching with para-paradiddles and so on. 

"Get myself in *That* Mess? Eugh- I know I like swimming more than the average scorpion, it still doesn't mean I don't have a *Little* Amount of dignity left" She said, jokingly haughty as she wrinkled her snout at the thought. She sighed, as if in defeat despite giving no time to reply. "Fine, fine, only if you insist. Palming the mud, she clearly disliked it as it stuck to her talons, under her claws. 

"Oi, Puddle~" She sang almost too kindly before throwing the bit of mud out of her palm, directed to his face.
Essie
As Puddle closed his eyes and rested into the cool mud, he heard an all-too-kind singsong—Followed by a splat of mud right up his snout as he was breathing in. He coughed and snorted, his laughs choking him as he spat up mud, then dug his claws in and kicked up a healthy amount of it right to her chest. He quickly finished choking and coughing, peeking down at her jovially. 

"That was *Dirty!*" He peeked through the coating on his face, hardly visible against his scales—besides the fact that his scar was mysteriously gone under the grime. The prince was obviously not upset by it... But he pretended to be.

He gathered a small amount—he knew other dragons found mud gross, so he didn't want to overdo it—and tossed it gently over her already mud-covered talons. Despite it being hardly any payback, his grin was a winning one. He looked happy.
Scott
She burst out laughing, barbed tail lifting up down, patting the ground as she covered her maw with her talons, accidentally wiping some mud on the side of her snout. She literally teared up, finding his aversion to his prized mud worth more than piles of gold.

"It-" She sucked in air to stabilise herself, "It- was supposed to be!" She said, knowing what he actually meant. She regained her breath, realising he was her favourite- and only one she knew - royal out of them all. No silly IceWing would dare to have as much fun.

"Oi, no fair!" She said happily, knowing the hypocrisy of her own words. With a flick of her wrist, the mud flew off, splatting on the ground unceremoniously. She glanced over, taking in his muddy features and how it concealed his scars like a luxury yet disingenuous makeover. He had such a goofy smile, one contagious to even the most lonesome. 

With her arm, she attempted to rub off the mud on her face, instead smearing it across, huffing- a little embarrassed of her mistake, but not enough to fix it, instead it encouraging a laugh.
Essie
Puddle felt her laughter in his whole body, a smile resting healthily on his face. He loved making other dragons smile, especially after a stressful trip—seeing his family he'd made over the years of every tribe around was a relief. 

He rinsed a hand off in the stream and held it out, an offer. "May I?" He asked, gesturing to the brown smudge on her scales with his clean hand. He wouldn't want to touch any dragon without permission—it was rude, after all. And although he was not at all one for perfect etiquette, he did follow that rule. He'd met plenty of dragons who hated being touched in any capacity.
Scott
She laughed, rolling her eyes as if it were stupid, but secretly she enjoyed he asked. "I wish you asked about the mud first," She said jokingly, leaning in before flinching back. "Don't you *Dare* Swipe more mud on my face you don't need a mirror,"

Her words, even if spiteful did not match her relaxed expression, truly not mindful of her brother's tendencies. She stretched her wings ever so slightly as if to capture more sun, the best feeling to relax under the powerful rays, half asleep. You could never trust the dragonets if you decided to do that, lizards and non-venomous snakes giving her a dreadful fright.
Essie
Prince Puddle flicked his ears in embarrassment, wishing he'd asked about the mud. After a second, he realized she was joking. Reaching over, he took his claw and scooped the mud off of her face, washing it off and cleaning her up with one hand. Leaning back, he inspected her carefully, checking for any signs of mud—besides her hands. Clear, alright. He nodded, digging his clean hand back into the muck with a happy sigh. 

"There you go! All fixed up." He exclaimed proudly. His happiness turned into a yawn, stretching out and plopping back on the ground. 

"Sorry—I'm tired, got here not too long ago. Really was a bit of an arduous trip, sister." He confessed, resting his head against the ground. "I'll need to head where I'm staying while I'm here, in a bit. Hope you don't mind."