“Very well, let’s do that then,” I decided as I worked a lather into the soap and massaged it into his scalp.
Ashara had been right, I thought. It was a ritual, his bathing. It was performed with exactness and routine each time, with time and attention. I knew so little about dragon culture.
“Will you teach me dragon?” I asked him.
“You would find it very hard to pronounce.”
“I can say your name,” I pointed out.
“You can say the Fae version of my name,” he chuckled indulgently.
“Ashara said that bathing is a ritual.”
“Yes.”
“What does it mean to you?” I prompted, not happy with the one syllable response.
He sighed; he did not want to explain. “It is difficult to make those who are not dragon understand why we do what we do.”
I nodded and returned my attentio
