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16.Jun.22, 01:58 AM
He was bent over his desk glaring at the paper with a fierce scowl. What was this word?! Chirp glanced over from her bowl of finely chopped wherry meat to cock her head at the frustrated breath Chir blew out. The boy leaned back, rocking the chair back on two legs before letting all four touch the floor again as it shoved back to it. Giving up now wasn't an option. He'd spent the past two hours trying to make sense of the words, even rewriting Sironar's letter to practice writing the letters.
He thought he had the gist of it, at least. Someone was hurt. Two someones, at least. If there were more, he missed it in his attempts at translating. Of course, he could have gone to B'jin or S'far to ask them to read it for him. But it felt weak to ask for help every step of the way. Besides, he didn't want B'jin to be disappointed in him for being slow to learn it all. In truth, Chir didn't know if he was slow to learn or not, but when all his peers knew so much more than he did, it was difficult not to compare.
With only an hour left before lights out, Chir knew he couldn't spend another moment in his room. With Siro visiting that other Weyr, it felt devoid of liveliness despite Chirp's best attempts to fill the roles Fancy and Sironar did. Shoving away from his desk, he whistled for Chirp as he bent to snag his hunting knife and quiver and bow. While an hour wasn't enough time to actually go hunt, he could use the time keeping his archery skills sharp. Strapping on the dagger was simply habit and one he saw no reason to change. B'jin and Larrikith had gone through the effort to find it for him, so he could only show his appreciation by keeping it with him.
Despite the dimly lit paths through the Weyr, Chir had at least memorized the one to the archery stands by heart. He was a frequent visitor in his spare time and he'd even managed to help another candidate the day prior to improve his own shooting. This, at least, was something he was good at. Unlike reading, writing, and especially math.
Chirp's constant presence had become a new challenge to adjust to as the fire lizard typically insisted on remaining along his shoulders or clinging to the top of his head. At least while firing arrows, he'd gotten her to understand it was safest to cling to his quiver rather than using his shoulders as the return of his bowstring could cause some serious damage if it happened to catch her. It was why he even wore a vambrace to protect the tender flesh of his forearm.
Fifteen minutes in and Chir had sunken all of his arrows into his target. He swiped sweat from his brow and walked over to retrieve each one, grateful he'd not robin hooded any of them as he knew he wouldn't have time to make new ones for at least a few days.
The young hunter had just returned to his mark with the intention of repeating his shots when a voice from behind startled him. The green firelizard on his quiver chirped out a friendly greeting, though she was watchful in case her boy needed an out. Two weeks since hatching and she already understood Chir could be wary around others.
He thought he had the gist of it, at least. Someone was hurt. Two someones, at least. If there were more, he missed it in his attempts at translating. Of course, he could have gone to B'jin or S'far to ask them to read it for him. But it felt weak to ask for help every step of the way. Besides, he didn't want B'jin to be disappointed in him for being slow to learn it all. In truth, Chir didn't know if he was slow to learn or not, but when all his peers knew so much more than he did, it was difficult not to compare.
With only an hour left before lights out, Chir knew he couldn't spend another moment in his room. With Siro visiting that other Weyr, it felt devoid of liveliness despite Chirp's best attempts to fill the roles Fancy and Sironar did. Shoving away from his desk, he whistled for Chirp as he bent to snag his hunting knife and quiver and bow. While an hour wasn't enough time to actually go hunt, he could use the time keeping his archery skills sharp. Strapping on the dagger was simply habit and one he saw no reason to change. B'jin and Larrikith had gone through the effort to find it for him, so he could only show his appreciation by keeping it with him.
Despite the dimly lit paths through the Weyr, Chir had at least memorized the one to the archery stands by heart. He was a frequent visitor in his spare time and he'd even managed to help another candidate the day prior to improve his own shooting. This, at least, was something he was good at. Unlike reading, writing, and especially math.
Chirp's constant presence had become a new challenge to adjust to as the fire lizard typically insisted on remaining along his shoulders or clinging to the top of his head. At least while firing arrows, he'd gotten her to understand it was safest to cling to his quiver rather than using his shoulders as the return of his bowstring could cause some serious damage if it happened to catch her. It was why he even wore a vambrace to protect the tender flesh of his forearm.
Fifteen minutes in and Chir had sunken all of his arrows into his target. He swiped sweat from his brow and walked over to retrieve each one, grateful he'd not robin hooded any of them as he knew he wouldn't have time to make new ones for at least a few days.
The young hunter had just returned to his mark with the intention of repeating his shots when a voice from behind startled him. The green firelizard on his quiver chirped out a friendly greeting, though she was watchful in case her boy needed an out. Two weeks since hatching and she already understood Chir could be wary around others.
