Before Eric could remember the color of his scales he was plunged into the water again.
"You are one messy little wrymling. Hey Gilmoro, can you take over while I fetch some food for our little wrymling?"
"No problem. It should be like old times."
Eric's eyes widen with fear. Memories of Lord Silvercrest forcing him to take a bath stung his mind. He remembered that Silvercrest would forcefully plunge him in and scrub with a sponge. Eric still remembered all the bruises he would get. Normally Silvercrest would tell him that if he had bathed himself he wouldn't windup with a lot of bruises. Before Eric could crawl out of the pool of water Silvercrest gently knocked him back in with his tail.
"I don't think so little one. You're not getting out until all the debris that comes from hatching is cleaned off. Why don't you be a good little dragon and play with my tail."
Eric lets out a low growl before being bopped on the head with Silvercrest's tail. Eric ducks under the water when he notices Silvercrest's tail come back again. After a while Eric was able to get a quick glance at what color his scales were.
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