Song by the River (tag Tig, OPEN) Jan 1, 2016 23:14:29 GMT
Post by Norbert on Jan 1, 2016 23:14:29 GMT
Tobiath crooned as J'mek scratched his eye ridges. For all of his bravado, the black creature was never to proud to enjoy a good scratch.
<You're overdue for a good scrubbing.> J'mek told his dragon while waving his hand in front of his nose in jest.
I could say the same for you. Tobiath chided as he leaped into the river being sure his wings made a large splash in J'mek's direction.
<Watch it! You could have washed away the last of the blackscrub!> J'mek scolded. Blackscrub was a custom scrub he had brought from Benden Weyr. Before his father had stopped his work as a blacksmith, he uses a similar mix to blacken the hilts of his weapons. It was composed of sweetscrub and obsidian powder that made Tobiath's hide a much deeper black than its natural shade. It also created a flat gloss that kept the moonlight from reflecting off of the dragon during night rides. Other riders remarked that J'mek could be easily mistaken for a shadow if he were to take flight after dusk. "The thread can just as easily find us" he would reply.
Tobiath was swimming upstream nipping at fish that passed by as J'mek admired his surroundings. The massive trees and vines coupled with the humid air was really quite a contrast from J'mek's former home. The dry, cold snows and mountain views of Benden had been replaced by the tropical forest. The further from there, the better as far as J'mek was concerned.
I have an itch behind my left wing if you need somewhere to direct that anger. Tobiath remarked feeling J'mek's shift in mood. J'mek appreciated the attempt to pull him away from his past. <Or you could shove between. That might make me feel better.> he retorted with a smile. And leave you to wallow in self pity? Not a chance.
J'mek climbed down to the bank and begin scrubbing on his companion, being sure to start behind the left wing. The repetitive movement was somewhat soothing and J'mek began to sing. The tune was one of his only memories that he had of his mother. He could remember her standing by the kitchen table in a yellow dress. Her soft voice filling the air as she arranged the table for the evening meal. She bent down to kiss J'mek on the head as he toddled behind her saying she loved her "little shadow".
J'mek sang the melody from his harper mother hoping the song would somehow keep the memory from fading each turn. Tobiath closed closed his eyes as he listened to his rider's pleasant voice.