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23.Jul.18, 02:45 PM
T’ryn nodded in agreement even as he nocked an arrow, readying himself for what they were coming up to. He knew the dragons were close by and would be there in an instant if anything went wrong, which would happen if he got over confident. He and N’mor weren’t exactly seasoned hunters but they did well enough with their respective weapons and had had successful hunts in the past. He liked to think it was because they knew each other so well and worked together without having to say much. The simple directions N’mor had given was more than enough and T’ryn was already mapping out which way his target would flee if he happened to miss the clean killing shot.
Lifting the bow in position, T’ryn took a breath, held it, lined up his shot, and fired.
As much as he enjoyed the hunting portion of such trips, T’ryn had to admit he wasn’t a huge fan of the skinning part. He wasn’t squeamish, at least not when it came to this sort of task but he had a feeling he wouldn’t be as useful in a Healer’s room with a lot of blood and a serious wound. It wasn’t even that he felt like he wasn’t doing a great job with the knife since he found it almost soothing to have to work with such precision so he didn’t tear the hide. Well, maybe that was a bit stressful now that he called attention to it. Actually, why didn’t he like this part, he wondered as he wiped the back of his hand across his sweaty forehead. Maybe it was the sitting still and the chance he could mess up and how messy he could end up that did it.
Still, it was the important part of this trip and T’ryn was dedicated to the task, knowing they would get a fair deal out of the right merchant if the provided clean pelts. He was still proud of their work on the felines as well. They had made quick work of the task, both finding their marks without difficulty and going off the banter from the dragons, T’ryn gathered they had enjoyed their chase as well.
“Do you think we should bring back some meat to give to the kitchen?” It wasn’t like they were lacking in meat thanks to those that hunted regularly to help keep the supply up but T’ryn felt it would be appreciated all the same and it probably wouldn’t hurt to suck up to both the kitchen staff and the Weyrleader. Then again, they had large dragons to feed as well. “Or do you think we should just let the pigs disguised as dragons enjoy what’s left?” he knew before either dragon piped up that they preferred a fresh kill and warm meat to whatever would be left of their tasks but they’d still eat it anyway.
He still hadn’t gotten around to asking N’mor about his love life. Would it be appropriate now? ‘So this dead animal reminds me that I wanted to ask if you’re seeing anyone’ didn’t seem like a good opener, especially since he just asked about the meat. No, he’d have to wait a bit longer, but T’ryn was dying to know more about his friend and if he was as happy as he was with Casa.
Lifting the bow in position, T’ryn took a breath, held it, lined up his shot, and fired.
As much as he enjoyed the hunting portion of such trips, T’ryn had to admit he wasn’t a huge fan of the skinning part. He wasn’t squeamish, at least not when it came to this sort of task but he had a feeling he wouldn’t be as useful in a Healer’s room with a lot of blood and a serious wound. It wasn’t even that he felt like he wasn’t doing a great job with the knife since he found it almost soothing to have to work with such precision so he didn’t tear the hide. Well, maybe that was a bit stressful now that he called attention to it. Actually, why didn’t he like this part, he wondered as he wiped the back of his hand across his sweaty forehead. Maybe it was the sitting still and the chance he could mess up and how messy he could end up that did it.
Still, it was the important part of this trip and T’ryn was dedicated to the task, knowing they would get a fair deal out of the right merchant if the provided clean pelts. He was still proud of their work on the felines as well. They had made quick work of the task, both finding their marks without difficulty and going off the banter from the dragons, T’ryn gathered they had enjoyed their chase as well.
“Do you think we should bring back some meat to give to the kitchen?” It wasn’t like they were lacking in meat thanks to those that hunted regularly to help keep the supply up but T’ryn felt it would be appreciated all the same and it probably wouldn’t hurt to suck up to both the kitchen staff and the Weyrleader. Then again, they had large dragons to feed as well. “Or do you think we should just let the pigs disguised as dragons enjoy what’s left?” he knew before either dragon piped up that they preferred a fresh kill and warm meat to whatever would be left of their tasks but they’d still eat it anyway.
He still hadn’t gotten around to asking N’mor about his love life. Would it be appropriate now? ‘So this dead animal reminds me that I wanted to ask if you’re seeing anyone’ didn’t seem like a good opener, especially since he just asked about the meat. No, he’d have to wait a bit longer, but T’ryn was dying to know more about his friend and if he was as happy as he was with Casa.
