29.May.22, 02:55 AM
Siro's question was met with a subtle nod. It was a difficult question to answer truthfully, but an easy one if he just pretended all was well. He was certainly sore, especially now without the balm of numbweed on his shoulder. The area throbbed fiercely now, but it served as an ever-present reminder for him not to go overdoing it as he had before.
He hadn't expected Siro's embarrassment. S'far had warned him that his son didn't like hunting. At least now, Chir understood why. Fainting at the sight of blood would not a good hunter make. That was alright, though. Everyone had their strengths.
At his roommate's soft request, Chir lightly elbowed him to get his attention before lifting his hands to his lips and miming sewing his mouth closed and tossing away an imaginary needle. His smile was wry afterward. Of all the people who could have been present for such an event, Siro lucked out to get stuck with the new kid who couldn't speak!
As soon as they got back to their room, Chir sat heavily on his bed with a sigh. What a long, brutal day. Waking up this morning, he never would have guessed even a quarter of the events that had happened to him. It was meant to be another normal day. Hunting, butchering, hide curing, salting boar meat, running into town to sell his wares, returning to make a meal, going to sleep, and repeating the process all over again. Instead, it had been filled with adventure and dragons and healers and mind-speak and...well, he'd maybe even made a few friends.
Tenderly, Chir stretched out on the bed, rearranging the extra pillow to prop up his right elbow so it didn't pull so much at his shoulder to fall against his side. The boy stared up at the ceiling and let out another audible sigh. Sleeping in a bed was nothing like a nest of furs. It felt so exposing to be open on three sides, but he supposed the closed door provided more ample protection than the canvas of his shelter in Lemos. It would be an adjustment for sure. But already, he felt himself melting into the soft mattress while Siro got himself settled.
The day's events finally caught up with the young hunter and Chir's head fell to the side as sleep claimed him whether Siro had opted to strike up a conversation or not.
He hadn't expected Siro's embarrassment. S'far had warned him that his son didn't like hunting. At least now, Chir understood why. Fainting at the sight of blood would not a good hunter make. That was alright, though. Everyone had their strengths.
At his roommate's soft request, Chir lightly elbowed him to get his attention before lifting his hands to his lips and miming sewing his mouth closed and tossing away an imaginary needle. His smile was wry afterward. Of all the people who could have been present for such an event, Siro lucked out to get stuck with the new kid who couldn't speak!
As soon as they got back to their room, Chir sat heavily on his bed with a sigh. What a long, brutal day. Waking up this morning, he never would have guessed even a quarter of the events that had happened to him. It was meant to be another normal day. Hunting, butchering, hide curing, salting boar meat, running into town to sell his wares, returning to make a meal, going to sleep, and repeating the process all over again. Instead, it had been filled with adventure and dragons and healers and mind-speak and...well, he'd maybe even made a few friends.
Tenderly, Chir stretched out on the bed, rearranging the extra pillow to prop up his right elbow so it didn't pull so much at his shoulder to fall against his side. The boy stared up at the ceiling and let out another audible sigh. Sleeping in a bed was nothing like a nest of furs. It felt so exposing to be open on three sides, but he supposed the closed door provided more ample protection than the canvas of his shelter in Lemos. It would be an adjustment for sure. But already, he felt himself melting into the soft mattress while Siro got himself settled.
The day's events finally caught up with the young hunter and Chir's head fell to the side as sleep claimed him whether Siro had opted to strike up a conversation or not.