((Finally done, Feyth. Hope it's alright. ^^

I dont like drawing water. >> Looks like ice/cement. XD)) 

((Hehe. Welcome. ^^))

Jozie walked up to Drake, the saddle and neck bridle slung over his should to keep his hands free. The tall Western lifted his head from the deer leg he had been knawing on and waited for the boy rather than closing the distance.

"Alright, ya big lazy. Time to get some work in. We're to check the flocks as well."

Drake shook his head and rumbled. I dont see why we cant just eat 'em. It'd save the trouble of makin' rounds.

"I dont see why you cant just open you giant maw and talk. 'sides, I'd be pickin' Wool outta your teeth fer weeks." Jozie strapped the neck strap on and placed the saddle across his dragons back.

The halfling lifted her head as a boy walked into the dragon stalls. She turned her head and ignored him, rubbing the snout of her water-breathing friend. The dragon in front of Naida snorted and licked her with its rough tongue. Naida took no notice of the blood trickling down her cheek from the points on the barbed tongue and instead handed the dragon a large slab of meat.

As the dragon, called Feyth, leaned down to eat it, Naida grabbed a brush off the side of the stall and started to rub Feyth with the water on the end of it. The dragon's hind leg started thumping in enjoyment and her forked tongue flicked out in amusement. The sadle on Feyth's back was removed as Naida started to rub that part of her back...

Jozie nodded at the fellow halfling girl. He'd seen her around often enough. After placing the tack on a wooden saddle-horse he crossed over to a thick leather bag in the corner and poked his head into it. "Hey Drake," He called, his voice muffled. "Do ya need any fire stone or are ya good? We've gotta burn the wheat stalks left over from harvest."

Drake thought for a while, his deep rumbling hum echoing through the building as well as his riders mind as he thunk. I think I need some. I had to bring up the excess stone last time.

"Alright. Try not to eat too much. It's a waste." Jozie brought four of the large stones over to his growling dragon, holding them while Drake grabbed one after the other in dainty movements, chewing thoroughly, and swallowing. While Drake was chewing the last stone, Jozie grabbed a scrub brush from the rack and started scrubbing his dragons scales.

((-stalks-

O___o)) 

((Youre a dork.
Stalk that! :D))

((IF I'M A DORK, YOU'RE A...

Toad. xD)) 

((Im not a toad! Imma leprechaun. :( )) 

"Blue stone, sure," Jozi turned and grabbed it off the rack and tossed it over before going back to work on a particularly tough stain. "Where do you get all this gunk?" He grumbled, putting his weight into it. Drake leaned into the attention and groaned with pleasure. 

The sheep, mostly. They're messy. I needed to itch. Jozie twitched. "I dont wanna know," He brushed hair from his forehead and stepped back. "Ya ready to go?" Drake replied with a grunt and lumbered his way outside to be saddled up. 

"I'll take that as a yes..."