A month had suddenly gone by, in what felt like a blink of the eye. Palouseth, the little dragon Tuelarua had plucked from her mother's head, was still small enough to be carried -- and possibly for a short while longer, for how dainty she still was -- and Tuelarua had taken small moments to bundle the green up in her arms and carry her. After all, there would be the rest of their lives where Palouseth would be too big, and would carry her rider. So the pair had soaked in the reversal with an almost touch of clinging to the present -- even if it was only back to bed. After all, Palouseth had muscles to develop.
But the carry to bed was almost precious, with her triangular head perched so gently on her beloved girl's shoulder, was a treasured few moments.
Gently sat on the end of the cot, Tuela sat down on the middle of the bed, patting her thigh. "C'mon, let's see them."
Palouseth looked down at the hand curiously, picking up a paw to gently touch her rider's hand.
They don't hurt, I'm fine. Yet after a moment's hesitation, complied with placing a foot in her rider's capable hands.
"Yes, darling. But after we found that bruise, I'd rather be safe than sorry." Palouseth's habit to not let her know if something hurt was a touch worrying, and taking some moments before bedtime to look over and make certain there was no hidden ills would be a comfort on her. She gently worked over each knuckle and claw, working the hide to make certain there was nothing pulled nor aching.
Palouseth gave a gentle huff, loving for Tuelarua's eye for detail, as she peeked around over the crown of red hair at other weyrlings who were settling down for the evening. But the bright, gleaming hide of her brother had her perking up slightly... and found herself pausing in mild trepidation. Would she be intruding if she spoke while he was with his?
'It's only us, what would be the harm in saying hello?' Not to betray her dragon's thoughts, Tuela only glanced up slightly before turning back to a nail that was oh-so-gently chipped. That would need filed down come morning.
'There's never any harm in saying hello, is there?'With her rider's gentle persuasion, Palouseth's head perked back up once more.
Good evening Khazariath. She peeked over the crown of her rider's head shyly.
Are you having issues with your feet as well? The bruise hadn't been very big, she'd barely felt it.