Hearing his rider's mental voice, and the reassurances, seemed to soothe the blue. Any time E'dan had company, the blue got a bit antsy. He was almost, almost as wary about his rider having relations as a weyrling would have been, though thankfully the blue had enough maturity that E'dan need not worry about his dragon leaping between out of distress. He just needed a little reassurance come morning, that was all! No big deal. And with that in mind, the man swung his (yup, definitely naked) self up out of the bed, stretching from feet to upraised fingers, before mildly scratching at an itch and then opening a nearby trunk to rummage through the clothing inside. A tunic (darker blue than Galxath's hide) and trousers were in order, though he was still barefoot as he stepped across the stone floor to let the blue butt his head into his chest. "You got it Gally-x. Scratchies coming right up." And they were. Eye ridges, under the headknobs, anywhere the blue wanted to have tended to. By the time E'dan abandoned the tending of the dragon, his eyes were again a contented green.
And that meant E'dan could get klah ready. Probably-S'tar was a guest after all, and they had to celebrate! A gold had risen, and that meant more precious little hatchlings for High Reaches!
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