With all four of her younglings strung out on some weird stomach virus, Euryale felt like she'd rather fight Thread with her fists than go through another round of running them to the bath the moment they soiled themselves.
Theath, lovely as always, continued to be a good sport as she sat outside in the sun, her massive green body used as a makeshift rack for bed sheets that had been freshly washed for the third time in less than five candlemarks. They served as a cooling blanket against the heat of the sun, and the dragon rumbled affectionately as Euryale darted in and out with dirty clothing. Pausing to take a breath, the redhead thought she as done for a moment.
The sound of retching and of crying changed that, and the redhead groaned loudly. "That means the bed's gonna need moved out, but I can't do it on my own." Theath would be unable to help with that task, naturally, and so her rider looked around. Someone had to be passing by, and lucky for Euryale there was just that someone. A young man whom she should have known but didn't care to think about - the rider was over and grabbing him by the elbow before she could properly blink.
"You. Help me." Maybe she should have said please?
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