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24.May.22, 01:28 PM
Chir realized he ached for his weapons. He'd spent years with the bow and dagger as constant companions that now that he was without either, he felt far too exposed. It didn't help that even the clothes he wore weren't his own ragged furs. The boy felt very much out of place and everything was wildly different than what he knew. Without the ribbed leather wrappings around his dagger's handle to run his thumb across, Chir instead rubbed his left hand nervously along his thigh as the stranger sat in front of him.
The man was smiling, but Chir knew better than to accept it at face value. Not all smiles were kind. In fact, quite a number of them hid cunning. The way the tiny golden dragon wrapped around the man's shoulders stared him down, the young hunter couldn't help but feel he was being judged and found lacking. That, at least, was familiar. Still, he averted his eyes from the little creature in case it decided it didn't care for his gaze and leaped at him or something.
Chir certainly didn't expect the stranger to tug his discarded plate closer to slice the wherry steak up for him and push it back. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, feeling guilty for having misjudged him so quickly. He nodded his thanks and had just lifted his hand for his previously discarded fork when the voice in his head had him jolting.
He tried and failed to look slyly about for the owner of the voice. Based on his experience with Urudith, Chir naturally sought out a dragon and took in the green one lingering nearby. He thought nothing in response to the revelation that the man - this B'jin - had a son who had lost an arm. Chir kept his mind carefully blank, but without any formal training for such, even he couldn't stem the emotions he felt about it; sorrow, pity, guilt.
B'jin's snort drew his gaze back to him and Chir realized he, too, could hear the voice he'd assumed was only in his own head. Larrikith was a far more gracious interpreter than Urudith, the boy realized. Still, his previous experience made him hesitant to think much of anything in response considering the way he'd insulted the bronze dragon with questions and curiosity. But when she revealed that her rider also couldn't speak, Chir blinked in surprise. It could not be a coincidence that he was here, then. Again, the boy glanced around for S'far without success.
When B'jin pulled out a little chalkboard, Chir stared uncomprehendingly at the glyphs written. Self-conscious, he managed only the barest shakes of his head to indicate he couldn't read. The boy took a deep breath as if gathering his courage. They'd get nowhere if he didn't at least try again and risk irritating another dragon.
I cannot speak either. Can you thank him for...? Chironhes didn't complete the thought but glanced down at the cut-up meal in front of him.
Finally, the young hunter snagged the fork and skewered a neatly cut piece of wherry steak to pop it in his mouth. The taste of it reminded him of the abandoned boar and wherry he'd killed before S'far had found him. He frowned, wondering if one of the dragon-riders would perhaps return to bring both back here to serve in payment for his meal and the healing. Chir admittedly didn't have anything in the way of repayment other than his skills as a hunter.
Looking back up at Larrikith, he sent fractured images of the morning's hunt: his success with taking down the boar, the subsequent attack by the large wherry, managing to take that down as well after sustaining his injuries, his weapons left behind, S'far finding him, even an abridged version of how he managed to insult Urudith. The thoughts came quickly and with purpose. Could someone return for the boar and wherry? I don't like to think they'll go to waste when they can help feed people here. I was supposed to take them back to the Hold. At least the boar. I didn't expect the wherry. But out there, their deaths serve no purpose. I don't know if they are suitable to repay for my healing, but I can hunt more if I need to when I get home? The last thought was undoubtedly a question. How to get home was very much still on his mind, though now that there was a dragon that seemed willing enough to listen, perhaps the trip could be made easier without him having to walk or steal a ride.
The man was smiling, but Chir knew better than to accept it at face value. Not all smiles were kind. In fact, quite a number of them hid cunning. The way the tiny golden dragon wrapped around the man's shoulders stared him down, the young hunter couldn't help but feel he was being judged and found lacking. That, at least, was familiar. Still, he averted his eyes from the little creature in case it decided it didn't care for his gaze and leaped at him or something.
Chir certainly didn't expect the stranger to tug his discarded plate closer to slice the wherry steak up for him and push it back. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, feeling guilty for having misjudged him so quickly. He nodded his thanks and had just lifted his hand for his previously discarded fork when the voice in his head had him jolting.
He tried and failed to look slyly about for the owner of the voice. Based on his experience with Urudith, Chir naturally sought out a dragon and took in the green one lingering nearby. He thought nothing in response to the revelation that the man - this B'jin - had a son who had lost an arm. Chir kept his mind carefully blank, but without any formal training for such, even he couldn't stem the emotions he felt about it; sorrow, pity, guilt.
B'jin's snort drew his gaze back to him and Chir realized he, too, could hear the voice he'd assumed was only in his own head. Larrikith was a far more gracious interpreter than Urudith, the boy realized. Still, his previous experience made him hesitant to think much of anything in response considering the way he'd insulted the bronze dragon with questions and curiosity. But when she revealed that her rider also couldn't speak, Chir blinked in surprise. It could not be a coincidence that he was here, then. Again, the boy glanced around for S'far without success.
When B'jin pulled out a little chalkboard, Chir stared uncomprehendingly at the glyphs written. Self-conscious, he managed only the barest shakes of his head to indicate he couldn't read. The boy took a deep breath as if gathering his courage. They'd get nowhere if he didn't at least try again and risk irritating another dragon.
I cannot speak either. Can you thank him for...? Chironhes didn't complete the thought but glanced down at the cut-up meal in front of him.
Finally, the young hunter snagged the fork and skewered a neatly cut piece of wherry steak to pop it in his mouth. The taste of it reminded him of the abandoned boar and wherry he'd killed before S'far had found him. He frowned, wondering if one of the dragon-riders would perhaps return to bring both back here to serve in payment for his meal and the healing. Chir admittedly didn't have anything in the way of repayment other than his skills as a hunter.
Looking back up at Larrikith, he sent fractured images of the morning's hunt: his success with taking down the boar, the subsequent attack by the large wherry, managing to take that down as well after sustaining his injuries, his weapons left behind, S'far finding him, even an abridged version of how he managed to insult Urudith. The thoughts came quickly and with purpose. Could someone return for the boar and wherry? I don't like to think they'll go to waste when they can help feed people here. I was supposed to take them back to the Hold. At least the boar. I didn't expect the wherry. But out there, their deaths serve no purpose. I don't know if they are suitable to repay for my healing, but I can hunt more if I need to when I get home? The last thought was undoubtedly a question. How to get home was very much still on his mind, though now that there was a dragon that seemed willing enough to listen, perhaps the trip could be made easier without him having to walk or steal a ride.
