Fun Facts

[Jay Kitten]

Seize the day, that's what his mom used to always say in the morning when he was being a sleepy brat and wouldn't get up. He was, of course, a lot younger, and his mother, of course, isn't around now, but that didn't stop him from repeating that in his head as he awoke and could barely move. It had been a couple days since his childhood friend and himself had begun their romantic side of the relationship, and he still wasn't used to waking right up next to the girl, but now he was glad he could.

Reaching over, he grasped Andrilla and tugged her in up against his chest, mumbling incoherently as he buried his sleepy face in her tangled hair. Something about klah-flavored pies?

Sunristh was, of course, already up and about. The black hardly ever slept, it seemed like, though in reality he simply preferred to space out his sleep schedule throughout the entire day. The dragon touched his Rider's mind when he realized he was awake, letting him know that he was on the way to feed and not to bother him. A'kai accepted that as well as he could, and instead decided to yawn loudly into Andi's ear.

"Good morning, bedhead," he stated, giving her ear a small nip with his teeth before he let her go and rolled over, sitting up. He reached over the edge of the bed for a shirt, and, finding one, put it on and got up. Luckily he still had his undershorts on, because it was cold this morning and he immediately regretted getting up so hastily.

"Andi, get up, today's th' day we gotta oil the dragons," A'kai said, batting at her foot playfully. "Ya know what that means..." Work. The best part about being a dragon rider... Not. But he knew he'd be pulling more weight than her before the day was done, now that she had so much power over him. By that, he of course meant he would likely be hauling the most oil pots from the caverns, loading the dragons was always a tedious task when they required practically gallons of oil.

[Cait]

Andrilla’s brow furrowed as she was hauled across the bed and up against the warmth of another body. At any other time she would’ve been more than welcoming of the extra warmth, but as it was summer and there was now a scruffy-faced hooligan burrowing into her hair and muttering about klah pies and other such nonsense, she wanted none of it. Growling and grumbling her own bit of nonsense, she tried to shove at the arm that was clamped around her like a steel band. It was no use; that arm was far too strong and she was far too tired to bother with pressure points.

She was just slipping back into true sleep when the loudest, most obnoxious yawn in existence startled her away. Snarling, she hissed as A’kai greeted her cheerfully and then nipped at her ear. Swatting at the place his face should have been, Andrilla grumbled when her hand met only air. The bed shifted as he sat up and she shifted with it, rolling onto her stomach in the exact center of the bed. Dragging the pillows to her chest, she buried her face in them and sighed.

“I don’t want to.” She grumbled into the pillows, kicking out at him blindly when he swatted her foot. But he was right. It was oiling day and Oranlith wouldn’t tolerate lazing about in bed when there was work to be done. With a whine of resignation, Andrilla stretched and then flailed until she’d flung the blankets nearly completely off the bed. Flopping onto her back, not seeming to care that was rather exposed; she stared at the ceiling for several long seconds before rolling off the bed and began the morning process of getting ready. Naturally it took longer than A’kai as she had a curling, frizzy mass of hair to tame, and an ample bosom to contain within a breast band and then there was the shimmying of the pants. She’d gotten a few new dresses that fit a bit better but the hide pants took a bit longer to make and so she’d been forced to wrestle them on over her hips.

When she was finally ready to go, not bothering to tuck her tunic into her trousers, she slipped up beside A’kai and reached over to poke him hard in the stomach. Once he bent over a bit in reaction, she smiled sweetly and planted a kiss on his cheek. It was the only way she was able to reach, and it was retaliation for him waking her up with his big, fat mouth. “C’mon then. Oranlith waited so she could take us to the oil room.”