Am I Alive In Your Heart?

Jasper kept the house clean and in order and even took to hunting further away, flying a few days distance so she wouldn’t cause trouble for Rose.

Finding a cook book among Rose’s things the dragon took to reading it over and currently was trying her hand at making a beef stew with meat from a bull she had…“borrowed”. The rest had been taken care of much further away. The last thing Rose needed was a dragons left overs laying around her forest.

When Jasper sensed someone coming she placed the book down on the table and opened the door to see who it was.

“Rose!?”

She all but ran out to scoop the faun up in her arms.

“You look awful. What happened?! Are you alright?!”

She quickly brough Rose inside, the house was warm because of Jasper.

It's pretty chilly outside, Rose shivers in the doorway as the warm air washes over her for a moment. Smiling, she steps in. Her hooves clack against the floor and she rubs her arms before laughing pretty hard. "I didn't mean to get carried away." definately a bad pun, she smells like the forest and some far away place. Rose seems to be intact mostly, as soon as she's in the door the faun makes a b line for the fireplace.

Jasper steps out and her tail sways lazily.

“You’re not coming back with me?”

It would be easy enough to find her way back of course but Jasper was a little confused until she recalled had Rose had the smell of sheep around her home.

“Oh your sheep. Yes I can go back on my own.”

Rose begins to put everything back into the pack, squeezing out the water from all that she can before attempting to wedge sponges and brushes in. Afterwards she picks it up, "That's good, I should be back before nightfall."

Jasper hands her the comb and gets ready to get out of the water.

“It’s thanks to you. I would have died if left in the forest that night but you saved me…I feel bad about your table. Can I make you a new one?”

"A new table?" Rose rubs one of her ears as she steps up onto the shore.

"I don't know about a whole new one, Jasper." she purses her lips and eyes the dragon. "Trying to get it clean first would be the best choice." the faun picks up her shawl and throws it over her shoulders, she shivers a little from the water drying off of her body.

Jasper flushes at being so thoroughly spoiled and watches Rose scrub her down. She bites her lip, this feels really nice.

“Ah Rose you didn’t need to go that far but thank you…”

Rose steals some of the pins and wraps up her own hair. She pats at the arrangement before stabbing the sponge into the center of the messy bun she made.

Jasper sighs at the attention, unfolds her wings for Rose and she’s so blissful from how good it feels it’s hard for the dragon not to purr loudly.

“Oh uhh…sure I guess…”

With how good Rose is making her feel Jasper is pretty much willing to let her do whatever she wants.

She makes sure to get Jasper’s wing squeaky clean, she uses her fingers to ease out the arm and can underneath each nail and scale. The next arm is easier for her, having frown familiar with the shape and reach of the other one.

Jasper nods and starts to take care of her hair while also trying not to purr at the feeling of someone else washing her back.

Jasper’s hair is bone straight now that it’s wet, all its fluffy volume gone as it hangs and clings to her. Some of it is stuck around her four horns but the dragon soon gets it free and from where Rose is the area where Jasper’s horns meet her scalp is just barely visible.

With a giggle she beings to wash and scrub at Jasper's back, she uses long, slow strokes to get every inch of the dragon. She’s not too sure how to approach the wings, but she does reach up and gently pull on one to extend it.

Jasper was ready to scoop Rose up and out of the water when the faun suddenly stood up to go fetch something.

The dragon watches her, looking forward to getting a good back scrub.

“Do you want to wash my hair to? Because my wings and back will already be more then enough, I can take care of my hair.”

Her steps are sharp sounding against the river stones, but she's back in a flash. Rose gets close to Jasper before handing her the things she'd gotten. 

First she gives Jasper a wide toothed comb, it appears to be made out of ivory and little flowers surround it's body. The second thing is a huge bar of soap, since the other one looks like it got swept away downstream while she wasn't paying attention. “You can use these for now.” Last of all, she gives Jasper a few pins, they’re held together tightly with a bit of string. 

“They are and thank you. Don’t spend to much time where my wings attach though or I might fall asleep.”

Jasper dragged her hands lower and now they were warm enough to start loosening the muscles much faster. She washed Rose’s back like this, smiling and happy she could do something simple and nice for her.

Her eyes droop shut as she's tended to, the knots and tightness in her back slowly ebbing away with the rubbing. The heat spreads through the muscle and she begins to slowly sink into the water, drooling a little, eyes peering for a few more seconds before slipping completely shut.

“Of course and I understand the struggle. It’s the biggest pain trying to get where my wings meet my back. It’s the most annoying thing and that spot is so rarely touched that if some one rubs or scratches me there I fall asleep in minutes!”

Jasper moves Rose’s hair out of her way, draping it over her shoulders before she starts on her back. The dragon grins and warms her hands giving Rose a bit if a massage around her shoulders first. Why not spoil her.

The fuzzy creature coos at the touch, the water gets cold pretty fast. The pond is slightly sudsy but it’s also magical and likely not giving a damn abot them.

Jasper warms the water around them a little and smiles.

“I’m glad. You saved my life, the lest I can do is wash your hair for you.”

She runs her claws through the last of the knots and leans in to Rose’s ear.

“Do you want me to wash your back too?”

Her ear pokes Jasper’s face as it perks up, likely getting dangerously close to an eye. Her horn's right under it too, so she stops herself from turning to Jasper and hitting her in the face with it.

Jasper raises a brow at Rose but ignores the strange comment and starts gently washing her hair and getting the knots out.

“Sure. I can do your back too if you like…”

Jasper’s tail is lazily swaying under the water while she washes Rose’s hair.

Rose laughs at the water, she stays still for Jasper and savors the feeling of her hair being slowly tended to. The forest noises are unobtrusive, and the water moves silently downstream. 

“Oh.”

Jasper lifts her arm to look at them closer, the raw flesh is almost gone, new scales having grown back already.

“They feel a lot better honestly. I think tomorrow I’ll be back to normal.”

She lowers her arm and steps closed, holding her hands out for what ever soap Rose likes to use on her hair.

“And tangles are no match for me. That’s what my claws are good for. I can get them all out of my hair with out even pulling.”

She smiles and hands Jasper a corked little bottle of something that smells quite strongly of flowers and olive oil. Soap is pretty crude in this time period, Rose bows her head, her ears peeking out from underneath the heavy hair.

Jasper nods and watches Rose, sniffing the air as she folds her wings tightly against her back.

“Those smell nice. Do you want me to wash your hair for you? Promise the claws won’t be a problem.”

“Oh, if you want to, it’s a bit tangled.” because she hardly has the time or patience to brush it constantly. She still smells like the forest, and the straw of her bed.

“Of course I can, I flew here. I can even fly in both forms and they make a nice sun shade and umbrella.”

Jasper grins and watches Rose walk to the shore. Her fur is all wet and sticking to her and Jasper can’t help giggling at how she looks all drenched.

“I can do a few other things with them too. I have really good dexterity with the claws on the top so if I need to I can do things with them.”

To demonstrate Jasper folds half her wings so now they look like long spike like limbs coming from her back. Then the dragon stretches one over, their reach is much longer then her arms, and using the claw like a finger she wraps it around a single flower growling on the bank and picks it, then another with her other claw. She puts on flower with the other in her left claw and keeps picking a few and putting them with the others until she has a tiny bouquet.

With a dorky little smile she hands it to Rose with her claw.

“See?”

She pulls out the soaps and the scrubs, turning and whipping her hair around to get some of the water out. Rose is leaving a long path of water behind her, her hair is soaked and plastered down her back and front. 

Jasper starts to run her claws through her hair to get out all the knots.

“Yes, but only when we need it which isn’t often unless we’ve been rolling around in mud or haven’t been able to shift into oir dragon forms to clean our selves.”

The dragon unfolds her wings one at a time to make sure to get between her membrane.

“My wings are stiff…”

Her horns stand out even more, long strands of hair clinging to the curved protrusions. She eyes the wings curiously, and slowly walks closer.

The water swishes quietly around them, "I'd forgotten about them." the slow movement makes her cringe a little. “Can you fly with those?” 

Jasper stands there curiously watching the water and wondering why Rise’s behavior seemed to change so suddenly.

Maybe she had done something to offend her some how?

Jasper lowers herself so that only her head id above the water and pouts a little.

Her hair is a giant cloud of strawberry blond in the water. It's certainly nothing Jasper's done, if anything there is no problem that is tangible. Rose is simply upset with herself.