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27.May.22, 10:26 PM
It had been a day of firsts for Chironhes; the first time a wherry had gotten the upper hand, the first time he'd met a dragon, 'talked' with a dragon and subsequently insulted said dragon, the first time a stranger had helped him get healing without any expectation of reward or repayment, the first time he'd met another person who couldn't speak, and even the first time he'd felt he was welcomed into another community. The hunter had experienced more mind-boggling stimulation in the course of a single day than he had in several years combined. His injuries alone were enough to leave him exhausted, no matter the efficiency of whatever healing salve had been used, but paired with so much information on top of it, Chir's mind was reeling.
He was more than grateful when S'far had returned after his "chat" with B'jin and Larrikith to show him to his new lodgings just to have a chance to finally lay down and rest his reeling mind. Granted, S'far had quickly shoved a pile of clothes off the bed he'd intended for him, but the linens looked otherwise clean, and Chir was hardly one to complain considering he had spent years sleeping in a nest of musty furs in the woods.
As soon as he'd been left to his own devices, Chir hadn't bothered with poking around the room to investigate all that was there, instead gingerly laying on the bed and promptly falling asleep as soon as his head hit the soft pillow.
His wake-up call came much too soon in the form of clothes smacking him in the face. On instinct, Chir's left hand slapped against his thigh where he usually kept his dagger, and winced when he recalled its lack. His dominant arm remained tucked in the sling that held it across his chest, but it didn't slow him as he ratcheted up off the bed to blink in shock at the very naked stranger in front of him.
Quickly, Chir averted his gaze, his face flushed crimson. Did Weyrfolk often strut around naked? Granted, based on the other boy's response, Chir suspected he was just as much a surprise. Still, he winced at the aggressive response, his teeth gritting as he knew he had no way of explaining his situation. What he wouldn't give to have Larrikith's calm presence around just now! He hadn't realized how much he'd come to rely on the dragon's kind nature until just then.
Chir jolted when a miniature dragon landed beside him on the bed and blinked in surprise. Was this what a hatchling dragon looked like? Hello? he tried hesitantly, frowning when he heard no response like he'd come to expect with Larrikith. Perhaps babies didn't know how to mind-speak. He twisted to watch the little thing as it circled around him. Cautiously, he held out a hand in invitation for it to sniff as if were a cat needing to decide if it would allow him the honor of petting it.
Chir glanced up as the other boy introduced the little creature as Fancy before quickly being reminded of his nakedness and looking back down. Based on the bright blue iridescence of its hide, the hunter felt it was a suitable name for the baby dragon. Him, Chir corrected. A suitable name for him. He smiled kindly at the little beastie; even if he couldn't mind-speak, he was awfully cute.
Another outburst from the naked teenager had Chir wincing again. The hunter's expression was notably blank at the accusation of a nameless 'him' being responsible for his presence here but cleared as soon as he mentioned S'far. That, at least, Chir could answer with confidence. He gave a curt nod while peeling the other boy's muddy clothes off him and offering them back as he stared hard at the wall. While it would probably be best to simply drop them on the floor among the other clothes S'far had shoved off the bed for him, Chir didn't want to be rude and not offer the option of giving them back more politely.
He was more than grateful when S'far had returned after his "chat" with B'jin and Larrikith to show him to his new lodgings just to have a chance to finally lay down and rest his reeling mind. Granted, S'far had quickly shoved a pile of clothes off the bed he'd intended for him, but the linens looked otherwise clean, and Chir was hardly one to complain considering he had spent years sleeping in a nest of musty furs in the woods.
As soon as he'd been left to his own devices, Chir hadn't bothered with poking around the room to investigate all that was there, instead gingerly laying on the bed and promptly falling asleep as soon as his head hit the soft pillow.
His wake-up call came much too soon in the form of clothes smacking him in the face. On instinct, Chir's left hand slapped against his thigh where he usually kept his dagger, and winced when he recalled its lack. His dominant arm remained tucked in the sling that held it across his chest, but it didn't slow him as he ratcheted up off the bed to blink in shock at the very naked stranger in front of him.
Quickly, Chir averted his gaze, his face flushed crimson. Did Weyrfolk often strut around naked? Granted, based on the other boy's response, Chir suspected he was just as much a surprise. Still, he winced at the aggressive response, his teeth gritting as he knew he had no way of explaining his situation. What he wouldn't give to have Larrikith's calm presence around just now! He hadn't realized how much he'd come to rely on the dragon's kind nature until just then.
Chir jolted when a miniature dragon landed beside him on the bed and blinked in surprise. Was this what a hatchling dragon looked like? Hello? he tried hesitantly, frowning when he heard no response like he'd come to expect with Larrikith. Perhaps babies didn't know how to mind-speak. He twisted to watch the little thing as it circled around him. Cautiously, he held out a hand in invitation for it to sniff as if were a cat needing to decide if it would allow him the honor of petting it.
Chir glanced up as the other boy introduced the little creature as Fancy before quickly being reminded of his nakedness and looking back down. Based on the bright blue iridescence of its hide, the hunter felt it was a suitable name for the baby dragon. Him, Chir corrected. A suitable name for him. He smiled kindly at the little beastie; even if he couldn't mind-speak, he was awfully cute.
Another outburst from the naked teenager had Chir wincing again. The hunter's expression was notably blank at the accusation of a nameless 'him' being responsible for his presence here but cleared as soon as he mentioned S'far. That, at least, Chir could answer with confidence. He gave a curt nod while peeling the other boy's muddy clothes off him and offering them back as he stared hard at the wall. While it would probably be best to simply drop them on the floor among the other clothes S'far had shoved off the bed for him, Chir didn't want to be rude and not offer the option of giving them back more politely.
