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16.Jun.22, 12:40 PM
I am not Urudith, I can find my own reasons to shun people, Tiberuth's gruff voice was filled with amusement. He passed on the messages to K'dar quickly enough, and though the boy offered his reassurances regarding the firelizard, Tiber still opted to keep his own distance. It was one thing to tolerate a harper's well trained mature brown to behave on a short trip, another to trust such a minute baby. K'dar nodded. "I'll go grab a spare bow, thanks."
It was much faster than grabbing his own, and if he was honest, it didn't matter that it wasn't the one he was used to. Distraction, not real practice after all. And maybe he could imagine some shadowy murderous figure was standing downrange. While his rider was grabbing equipment, Tiberuth turned his attention back to Chir, speaking softly and only to the mute boy. It would be kind of you to ignore any rudeness from him. He is... distracted by upsetting news at the moment and wouldn't mean to be rude.
He spoke to the both of them again when he saw K'dar stepping out of the tent and making his way back to the firing line. Are you sure you don't want to get your own bow? You don't hunt as much as you fish, so a more focused and intentional practice could be beneficial. "It's fine," K'dar said shortly as he stepped up and took aim. It hit the target at least, though not where he'd intended. He took a moment to watch Chir fire, and upon the dragon's report of the man's meek comment he huffed softly and shook his head. "I'm sure I can teach you to be worse if you'd like."
Another shot was fired off, this one closer to the center, followed by another one that was a bit too hasty and again off, but at least back with the first arrow. The bronze snorted. You should both practice more. And don't be ashamed of your success. Even if that success broke something. It was the sort of pep talk he normally reserved for K'dar, but since he was already speaking with the candidate he may as well offer him the encouragement as well.
"Don't let Tiber give you too much sass," the bronzerider said before walking to retrieve his arrows. At least they were solid hits, if it had been a deer with a rump shot it would have been crippled enough to easily finish off. Still, better to practice like the dragon had suggested. He went back to the line, waiting for Chir to be ready and take his own shots first. "So why are you here and not with the other candidates in Benden? Just don't like it there? Scared you'll get mauled by a hatchling and trying to work up the nerve?" He at least bit back any comments about murderers, though his face tightened at the thought.
It was much faster than grabbing his own, and if he was honest, it didn't matter that it wasn't the one he was used to. Distraction, not real practice after all. And maybe he could imagine some shadowy murderous figure was standing downrange. While his rider was grabbing equipment, Tiberuth turned his attention back to Chir, speaking softly and only to the mute boy. It would be kind of you to ignore any rudeness from him. He is... distracted by upsetting news at the moment and wouldn't mean to be rude.
He spoke to the both of them again when he saw K'dar stepping out of the tent and making his way back to the firing line. Are you sure you don't want to get your own bow? You don't hunt as much as you fish, so a more focused and intentional practice could be beneficial. "It's fine," K'dar said shortly as he stepped up and took aim. It hit the target at least, though not where he'd intended. He took a moment to watch Chir fire, and upon the dragon's report of the man's meek comment he huffed softly and shook his head. "I'm sure I can teach you to be worse if you'd like."
Another shot was fired off, this one closer to the center, followed by another one that was a bit too hasty and again off, but at least back with the first arrow. The bronze snorted. You should both practice more. And don't be ashamed of your success. Even if that success broke something. It was the sort of pep talk he normally reserved for K'dar, but since he was already speaking with the candidate he may as well offer him the encouragement as well.
"Don't let Tiber give you too much sass," the bronzerider said before walking to retrieve his arrows. At least they were solid hits, if it had been a deer with a rump shot it would have been crippled enough to easily finish off. Still, better to practice like the dragon had suggested. He went back to the line, waiting for Chir to be ready and take his own shots first. "So why are you here and not with the other candidates in Benden? Just don't like it there? Scared you'll get mauled by a hatchling and trying to work up the nerve?" He at least bit back any comments about murderers, though his face tightened at the thought.
