OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 10

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu has taken a different shape than is usual for her. A dragon, yes, but one of quite different build and coloration!

This shape is more serpentine, although it still has four legs and wings. Her body and her wings are covered in feathers that are all the colors of the rainbow. She fusses with some of her wing feathers, the claws of this shape far smaller, as dexterous as human hands.

"How do I look?" she asks, a little nervous about her appearance.

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[brave_kreyu]

She finishes washing herself off, is pleased at his flush.

"I am glad I can do that for you," she says. She grabs another rag, dampens it. "Would you like some help washing off?"

Her intentions are actually innocent, at least this time!

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"I would," he says. "It will make it easier."

Getting his skin cleaned up is relatively straightforward, and they manage to avoid getting their hands entangled with each other. And then it is time for the sauna, once they are both cleaned up enough...

The warmth of the small room is very nice, even before the humidity...

"If my bones still ached as I used to? This would be quite welcome."

[brave_kreyu]

She kisses his cheek. "I am glad your bones no longer ache like they used to." It makes her heart ache, the thought of how much pain he used to be in!

"If you would like to find a place to sit, I could start work on your wings?"

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There is a low stool that he settles himself on, giving her an angle to work at his wings.

"They are not quite as much of a wreck as they have been in the past, but they could use your attention."

[brave_kreyu]

"I will always be glad to help with your wings," she says as she starts work on the upper edges of his wings. She kisses the back of his neck, quick and light. "When I manifest mine, they are preened already, or I'd have your hands in my wings all the time."

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Involuntarily, his wings rustle gently as she begins to deftly sort his feathers into place. "I am grateful for it. They are in much better shape these days, then they used to be before I found myself wandering the desert."

He allows his eyes to slide closed, relaxing slightly.

[brave_kreyu]

"They do look better than they did when we first met," she agrees. To be fair, with the shape he was in, it is unlikely ANY wings would look their best.

"So soft, and such lovely color patterns," she murmurs as she works. "Now you have a mate to preen you, make sure they are in their best possible condition."

She chuckles, low. "And that YOU are in the best possible condition."

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"I am VERY lucky," Skellig agrees. "And lucky to find myself a mate who knows the intricate nature of feathers and preening."

He flexes his wings as she works at them, sorting his feathers into order.

[brave_kreyu]

"My attempts with my own feathers were rather disastrous at first," she confesses. "You were just lucky that you missed all of my stages of awkward fumbling and looking like a wreck."

It's soothing, working on his feathers like this, the heat of the room. "I thought OIL would help. You can imagine how that went."

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"Quite a difference in preening oils and other types," Skellig makes a little bit of a face. "That would be quite a mess to clean up."

And he has seen how she bathes in her dragon form. To try to deal with the mess of sticky feathers? That would be quite disastrous.

[brave_kreyu]

"Oh, it was," she replies. It's funny NOW, but it wasn't at the time. "Took hours and hours and I was utterly exhausted at the end of it."

She clears her throat. "I might have sulked, just a little."

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Skellig does NOT laugh, wisely.

"You're kind of cute when you sulk," he comments playfully. "You do this thing with your mouth that just sorta makes me grin, as long as you at not truly hurt by whatever is happening..."

[brave_kreyu]

"I do, hm?" she replies. "I have come to love all of your grins, so perhaps I will allow myself to sulk a bit, should the circumstances call for it."

"Ah, the stones are hot enough to put water on, for the steam."

She does just that, steam pouring off of the rocks as she ladles water onto them.

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The sensation of steam filtering over his skin and his feathers is an interesting one as it rises from the hot rocks and fills the space of the sauna. His wings rustle involuntarily, as he watches the trails rise from the hot stones.

"It is...hydrating, for the skin." He comments.

[brave_kreyu]

"Most likely," she agrees. "And we'll sweat more." She's already flushing from the heat as her blood vessels dilate.

"Almost finished with this wing." She's crouching down now to get to the tips of wings.

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This is a an interesting and strange custom for certain - making yourself sweat on purpose? Skellig has questions, but he will have to learn more about these people and their habits to answer them.

"Your fingers are swift, they feel good against my skin as you work them." He stretches the wing she is finishing up, adjusting its position against his body - showing it off slightly. (Yes she is the only one watching, but he knows she likes the view.)

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu isn't sure about their reasoning either!

She's pleased at his praise, he can feel it. She stands as she finishes the wing, runs her fingers delicately over his shoulder on that side.

"Should I start on the other side now?"

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Instinctively, Skellig tips his head towards the shoulder she is touching, silently asking for her fingers to tease through his hair - after all, it's right there and she knows how much pleasure it brings him when her fingers trace patterns on his scalp!

"Whenever you feel like it," he says. "I do not mind if you need to rest your hands a moment."

Not that preening him takes that much effort, especially when he is in relatively decent shape.

[brave_kreyu]

She does run her fingers through his hair at his unspoken request.

"I think I might need to step out for a moment," she says, realizing just how MUCH she's sweating. "Cool off a bit before I go back in. That's how it's supposed to work, I was told."

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Skellig's core body temperature is also a little bit higher than the 'standard' for normal human beings, but he is not sweating as much as she is - not yet, anyway. Though the steam has caused his feathers to stick together just slightly.

"Interesting," he muses. "I will step out with you, then."

As he rises up, he leans in and presses a kiss to her forehead, before offering her his hand.

[brave_kreyu]

There is a flare of delight from Kreyu at his kiss and offered hand.

She takes it, leads him back into their room. The comparative coolness is almost shocking.

She huffs in annoyance at his feathers sticking together, works with her fingers to try and get them unstuck automatically.

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Flaring his wing out, he shakes it lightly to get the feathers to free themselves - with her help and the downward shift in humidity in their much-drier room - it does not take that much effort to get them unstuck.

(Not-so-secretly, he enjoys watching her work her hands through them, even if she is mildly annoyed. Her faint 'glare' and huffs are somewhat adorable, though he won't admit it out loud.)

"I can see why they consider it cleansing," he says. "Do we wipe ourselves down again, before we go in? Or just take a break?"

[brave_kreyu]

"It would probably cool us down faster, washing off with the water," she muses. "And I would never object to the chance to get my hands on you," she teases.

She's sure she's ridiculously flushed and sweating and probably looks a MESS right now. All....frizzy.

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Her skin flushed and sweat, her hair wild in 'frizzy' curls, her body in front of him on full display for him to gaze upon? She may think she is a mess, but Skellig thinks otherwise.

She is hot. And not just literally.

His gaze as he looks her over is definitely not a chaste one. "I will not object your hands on me," he murmurs, voice low. "Might cause a bit of...excitement, though."

[brave_kreyu]

She chuckles softly at his comment. "Even after our activities earlier and the mess I must look right now?"

Still, she dips a cloth in water, wrings it out. "If you get excited, I won't mind at all." She wipes his face gently with the cloth. Surely from the top down makes the most sense?