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16.Jun.22, 01:06 PM
Chir nodded with relief when K'dar went to fetch a bow for himself. He'd handled that okay, hadn't he? He glanced over at Tiberuth when the dragon requested he ignore his rider's poor manners. The freckled boy frowned and thought of Siro's letter. People were hurt at the other Weyr. I'm sorry to hear it. With that letter in mind and his inability to completely translate it, Chir hesitated before asking. Are they going to be okay? After only a moment, he continued. My roommate sent me a letter I think explaining, but I'm not good at reading.
Upon K'dar's return, Chir managed a sympathetic smile. Those injured must be loved ones. He could imagine to some degree the anxiousness of not knowing how they'd fare, though it wasn't something he'd experienced yet for himself.
Watching the other archer's shots, Chir thought he adjusted his aim fairly well for a bow he wasn't familiar with. He had grown so used to his own that it was very much an extension of himself. No doubt if he had to handle another, he'd be equally off his game. When Tiberuth offered his encouragement, the freckled boy's smile was genuine. Thank you. I don't like breaking things, but it is good to be precise. I'll keep practicing.
Keeping his own arrow retrieval in time with his new partner's, Chir removed the three arrows and extracted the last one from the split shafts of the other two before saving the arrowheads of the ruined ones. Making new arrows was always faster if he didn't have to waste time shaping new heads as well. I sense no sass, he assured the dragon warmly.
Setting up to fire again, Chir didn't let K'dar's conversation distract him from the target. Again, his arrow found the center, this time burying well down the shaft. It was an excellent, strong blow, but one he'd struggle to retrieve intact. He should set his targets farther off, he mused.
While K'dar took his own shots, Chir responded. I only just arrived. It's all still a lot to take in and... Well, to be honest, he still wasn't comfortable around a lot of people. The thought of being surrounded by so many crowds was intimidating for the introverted boy. He preferred the more intimate gatherings with one or two people in short doses. It didn't seem right to go when others have been here longer. I have too much to learn still.
Worrying now, he looked over his shoulder at Tiberuth. Is it bad that I didn't go? Err, rude? Siro hadn't made it seem like it was expected or anything, but maybe it was and he just didn't want to put pressure on him.
Upon K'dar's return, Chir managed a sympathetic smile. Those injured must be loved ones. He could imagine to some degree the anxiousness of not knowing how they'd fare, though it wasn't something he'd experienced yet for himself.
Watching the other archer's shots, Chir thought he adjusted his aim fairly well for a bow he wasn't familiar with. He had grown so used to his own that it was very much an extension of himself. No doubt if he had to handle another, he'd be equally off his game. When Tiberuth offered his encouragement, the freckled boy's smile was genuine. Thank you. I don't like breaking things, but it is good to be precise. I'll keep practicing.
Keeping his own arrow retrieval in time with his new partner's, Chir removed the three arrows and extracted the last one from the split shafts of the other two before saving the arrowheads of the ruined ones. Making new arrows was always faster if he didn't have to waste time shaping new heads as well. I sense no sass, he assured the dragon warmly.
Setting up to fire again, Chir didn't let K'dar's conversation distract him from the target. Again, his arrow found the center, this time burying well down the shaft. It was an excellent, strong blow, but one he'd struggle to retrieve intact. He should set his targets farther off, he mused.
While K'dar took his own shots, Chir responded. I only just arrived. It's all still a lot to take in and... Well, to be honest, he still wasn't comfortable around a lot of people. The thought of being surrounded by so many crowds was intimidating for the introverted boy. He preferred the more intimate gatherings with one or two people in short doses. It didn't seem right to go when others have been here longer. I have too much to learn still.
Worrying now, he looked over his shoulder at Tiberuth. Is it bad that I didn't go? Err, rude? Siro hadn't made it seem like it was expected or anything, but maybe it was and he just didn't want to put pressure on him.
