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23.May.22, 08:53 PM
Bandages, check. Sewing kit, check. Antiseptic and ointment, check. Damn jingling bell indicating his bait was being stolen and that fish was going to get away while he was busy? Check. No matter, a boy's life was more important than some fish on a line, it was just frustrating to hear the bell taunting him. S'far almost wished that it would get away already so that he wouldn't have to think about it anymore. He headed back with his emergency kit in his arms to go check on the boy. At first when he pointed, S'far looked up and frowned, but then just shrugged. "I know, but we need to get you taken care of."
But then the boy seemed to insist and he even started to handle things himself. S'far frowned, looked at his line again and bit his lip. Fuck it, at least the boy had priorities. He let him have the supplies and rushed over to grab his rod and yank it to get a good set and then cursed under his breath as he worked on trying to land the fish as quickly as possible without snapping the line or losing the hook. Couldn't just drag it in, that would lead to a wasted opportunity. It still took a tiny bit longer than he would have liked, but he soon had the fish up and out of the water, a fine example of its species, and certainly large enough to feed himself and his surprise guest. He hooked a thin rope in through its gills and set it back into the water so he could clean it later, and then turned back to the injured young hunter. "There. Got it landed, it's tied up in the creek for now and I'll clean it after we're done cleaning you. Hopefully with you it's a bit less messy, fewer guts on the outside."
With a weary sigh, S'far took a seat on the ground across from the boy. "Now let's see, what all is hurt on you? And you still haven't told me your name." He frowned, brow furrowing as the boy just gestured and flailed. "Can't you speak?" The boy shook his head and S'far sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Old man, do me a kindness and facilitate this."Surely it can wait until you drag him back to the Weyr like we both know you're going to. Have a green do it there. Because we're here now, he thought as he gave his dragon a pointed look. Fine, At least introduce me properly then. Urudith said with an annoyed grumble.
S'far turned to the boy before gesturing towards the bronze who had shifted his posture slightly so that he was more laying down in a more stately fashion with his front legs crossed and head held high instead of just lounging for a nap, "I am S'far, and this is my mate, Urudith. He is being gracious enough to assist us with this little matter for the moment." With that settled enough for his liking Urudith turned his head about to study the boy a bit more closely, his voice sounding weary as he spoke into the boy's mind.What is your name? Where are you hurt. Tell me and I will tell him. . With that at least handled for the moment, S'far grabbed the supplies again, making sure they were organized and ready to his liking so that he could get to work based on what his dragon relayed.
But then the boy seemed to insist and he even started to handle things himself. S'far frowned, looked at his line again and bit his lip. Fuck it, at least the boy had priorities. He let him have the supplies and rushed over to grab his rod and yank it to get a good set and then cursed under his breath as he worked on trying to land the fish as quickly as possible without snapping the line or losing the hook. Couldn't just drag it in, that would lead to a wasted opportunity. It still took a tiny bit longer than he would have liked, but he soon had the fish up and out of the water, a fine example of its species, and certainly large enough to feed himself and his surprise guest. He hooked a thin rope in through its gills and set it back into the water so he could clean it later, and then turned back to the injured young hunter. "There. Got it landed, it's tied up in the creek for now and I'll clean it after we're done cleaning you. Hopefully with you it's a bit less messy, fewer guts on the outside."
With a weary sigh, S'far took a seat on the ground across from the boy. "Now let's see, what all is hurt on you? And you still haven't told me your name." He frowned, brow furrowing as the boy just gestured and flailed. "Can't you speak?" The boy shook his head and S'far sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Old man, do me a kindness and facilitate this."
S'far turned to the boy before gesturing towards the bronze who had shifted his posture slightly so that he was more laying down in a more stately fashion with his front legs crossed and head held high instead of just lounging for a nap, "I am S'far, and this is my mate, Urudith. He is being gracious enough to assist us with this little matter for the moment." With that settled enough for his liking Urudith turned his head about to study the boy a bit more closely, his voice sounding weary as he spoke into the boy's mind.
