10.Jun.22, 08:08 PM
Seeing Fancy show any side other than defiantly dignified was a new one for Chir, and made him feel all the more fond towards the blue firelizard. That he specifically altered his behavior to encourage Chirp to play was even better. Chir couldn’t help but agree with Sironar’s sentiment. It was a relief that they got along so well. To have a pair at each other’s throats would undoubtedly lead to excessive strain.
As soon as Siro flopped back on his bed, the hunter snorted. He still didn’t consider the bed really his yet; it was merely a place he was sleeping, so he took no offense when his roommate laid claim and drifted off to sleep.
Now was as good a time as any to practice his writing. Standing up with Chirp still balanced on his shoulders, Chir moved over to his desk and tugged the notebook he’d been using to practice his lessons with Siro. The teen sighed as he began writing out the alphabet. This part, at least, he had practiced enough that he knew it with a good deal of confidence without needing Siro to double check his each written letter. Next, he worked on the few words he’d learned.
Yes, no, stop, go, horse, dragon, Weyr, Hold, water, forest, tree, rider, mate. His own name still gave him some difficulty, though he’d managed the shortened aspect of it. Chir. He hesitated, eyes closed as he said it in his head. Chiron…ess? No, that was definitely wrong. He scratched it out and retried. Chironhes. Yes, that was it. And now for Chirp! Chir grinned to himself. Easy! It was his own shortened name with an added sound. Well, a different sound. Writing, Chir was learning, didn’t always agree with sounds. Otherwise, his shortened name would have been spelled as Cheer. But Chir plus a p! Chirp.
The boy tapped on the paper with his pen and glanced at Chirp who was staring down at his writings with interest. See? That right there is your name. Do you like it?
The green flitter tilted her head back and forth before opening her tiny mouth in a yawn and flopping across his shoulders for a snooze.
I’ll take that as a yes.
Left with his own company now, Chir went back to practicing, this time working to sound out names of those he’d met and their dragons. Though he had no real talent for it, his mind wandered and he started scribbling out sketches of poorly drawn dragons while Siro slept.
As soon as Siro flopped back on his bed, the hunter snorted. He still didn’t consider the bed really his yet; it was merely a place he was sleeping, so he took no offense when his roommate laid claim and drifted off to sleep.
Now was as good a time as any to practice his writing. Standing up with Chirp still balanced on his shoulders, Chir moved over to his desk and tugged the notebook he’d been using to practice his lessons with Siro. The teen sighed as he began writing out the alphabet. This part, at least, he had practiced enough that he knew it with a good deal of confidence without needing Siro to double check his each written letter. Next, he worked on the few words he’d learned.
Yes, no, stop, go, horse, dragon, Weyr, Hold, water, forest, tree, rider, mate. His own name still gave him some difficulty, though he’d managed the shortened aspect of it. Chir. He hesitated, eyes closed as he said it in his head. Chiron…ess? No, that was definitely wrong. He scratched it out and retried. Chironhes. Yes, that was it. And now for Chirp! Chir grinned to himself. Easy! It was his own shortened name with an added sound. Well, a different sound. Writing, Chir was learning, didn’t always agree with sounds. Otherwise, his shortened name would have been spelled as Cheer. But Chir plus a p! Chirp.
The boy tapped on the paper with his pen and glanced at Chirp who was staring down at his writings with interest. See? That right there is your name. Do you like it?
The green flitter tilted her head back and forth before opening her tiny mouth in a yawn and flopping across his shoulders for a snooze.
I’ll take that as a yes.
Left with his own company now, Chir went back to practicing, this time working to sound out names of those he’d met and their dragons. Though he had no real talent for it, his mind wandered and he started scribbling out sketches of poorly drawn dragons while Siro slept.