Lazy, boring, days (open)

IC Time: 9th month, winter
IC Setting: Evening, Trent's quarters.

'Trent, you need to stop it. You're making me bored. Now just find something to do for goodness sake. Or I'm going to make you oil me all over again.' Demath said with irritated firmness. The bronze's tail swept back and forth in irritation as he watch his rider walked about his room aimlessly.

'I'm sorry. I can't help it. I just don't know why I'm in such a funk. There is plenty of things we could be doing right now, but I just don't feel like doing any of them. It's awful I know, but I am not going to oil you again. You are quite shiny enough my friend. Another oiling and I wouldn't be able to get your gear to stay on right.' Trent said as he paced up and down again, for the hundredth time it seemed. Today was just one of those blah days for him.

'I'm sure something will come up that will amuse you in some way my pet. Since it seems I am not amusement enough anymore. Until that time, you could at least scratch this spot by my head knob. It is quite itchy.' Demath stated.

Trent sighed and walked over to his now fully grown bronze. He wasn't nearly as big as the bronzes that came back in time, but Trent didn't mind that. He began scratching the offending spot on Demath. The bronze's eye lids closed in pleasure and began crooning in joy. Perhaps he was right, maybe something would happen that would bring him out of his funk.