Ky'ran: at the lake<br/><br/><br/>Ky'ran sat on on the floor of the weyr oiling his gear. It was something he hated doing as it meant he had to sit still but he couldn't put it off any longer; going between dried the leather out and he had gone between three times in the last two days thanks to Therath's insistence that the local wherries tasted bad. Why she had wanted to eat so much, he didn't know.<br/><br/>Fingers well versed in the task meant his mind could wander and he pondered the reason why she felt the need to eat three wherries in two days; was she sick?<br/><br/>*I am still growing* the green sent to him, shifting on the ledge where she was sunning herself.<br/><br/>*You are not still growing; you are as big as your going to get* the teen sent firmly...well, firmly for him.<br/><br/>*I am itchy!* Therath whined, as bored as her rider and she was of the opinion he had oiled his gear well enough.<br/><br/>*You're always itchy*<br/><br/>*Because I am still growing*<br/><br/>*You are not still growing!* Ky'ran stated a bit crossly. They had this conversation about once a week for the last two months after she had learned he wasn't fully grown.<br/><br/>*But I am bored and I really do itch!*<br/><br/>Sighing as he knew she wouldn't leave him alone until she had her bath, Ky'ran looked at what he had left to oil; his boots and jacket; both of which he had spares.<br/><br/>*Okay, lets go to the lake but if I freeze to death between; its your fault*<br/><br/>Changing into the thin linen cut offs he wore to bath in, Ky'ran grabbed some drying cloths and stuffed them in a bag which he slung over his shoulder and went out to his dragon. The flight to the lake didn't take long and shortly he was busy scrubbing away at the spots that itched while Therath sighed in pleasure, her large eyes swirling serenely.