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16.Jun.22, 04:14 PM
Chir's fingers worried at the bindings of his bow. Poisoning? He closed his eyes and imagined the word. That was it, wasn't it? The one he'd struggled to read in Siro's letter. S'far and B'jin had painted the Weyrs as safe havens. But people were being stabbed and poisoned. And hadn't Mylo almost lost another brother? T'ryn? He'd been poisoned, too, hadn't he?
Does someone have something against his family? Chir asked for Tiberuth alone. To have so many suffer from such malicious attacks had to be specifically targeted, right? The mute boy was evidence that random maliciousness wasn't unheard of, but he still believed most violence had to serve some sort of goal.
As K'dar was clearly struggling with an array of emotions and seeking the comfort of his dragon, Chir retrieved his arrows for him as well as his own before muscling the targets back quite some distance. While in a forest, shorter range shots were typical, Chir bet if they ever had to fire arrows from the back of a dragon, they'd need the distance. His own bow was a compound one that could allow for both ranges, but he bent to scoop up a long bow for K'dar to switch to with their new targets instead of the short one he'd originally grabbed.
The boy considered K'dar's comments on impressing dragons. Guilt swamped him. Did that mean that if there was a dragon hatchling meant for him in another Weyr, they could miss out on each other? Surely, K'dar had to be mistaken. Dragons wouldn't just go in droves between because people they were destined to simply weren't in their vicinity, right? Couldn't they settle for another? What about all the people living in Lemos? What if there was a dragon for them, too? They didn't know. They considered the bond some bastardized thing worthy of contempt. Having seen it with his own eyes, Chir knew with certainty they couldn't be more wrong. But they had no way of knowing if it was what they were taught.
Deeply unsettled, Chir chewed on the inside of his cheek as he continued to pluck at the bindings of his bow. The worries brewed like a storm, preventing him from returning to his archery as he struggled to think of how to prevent such a tragedy. Chir was new to the world's problems and easily overwhelmed by them. Previously, his biggest worries had been when his next meal would come from and what the turn of weather would call for. But everything was so much more complicated than his simple life in the forest.
And people were getting hurt. Could it all really stem from one individual? Or was it a faction of those with ill will? How could they stop that from happening? These were issues well beyond the boy's capacity to solve, but he found himself trapped in the struggle of trying to do so single-handedly regardless.
He needed smaller goals, he realized. Like trying to comfort a concerned brother.
I've met Mylorah. From what she's told me, and my impression of her, you have a very strong family. If anyone will pull through, it will be them. He hoped Tiber could translate how much he meant it. That he wasn't just saying it either. Their family had survived attacks like this before. They would do so again.
Does someone have something against his family? Chir asked for Tiberuth alone. To have so many suffer from such malicious attacks had to be specifically targeted, right? The mute boy was evidence that random maliciousness wasn't unheard of, but he still believed most violence had to serve some sort of goal.
As K'dar was clearly struggling with an array of emotions and seeking the comfort of his dragon, Chir retrieved his arrows for him as well as his own before muscling the targets back quite some distance. While in a forest, shorter range shots were typical, Chir bet if they ever had to fire arrows from the back of a dragon, they'd need the distance. His own bow was a compound one that could allow for both ranges, but he bent to scoop up a long bow for K'dar to switch to with their new targets instead of the short one he'd originally grabbed.
The boy considered K'dar's comments on impressing dragons. Guilt swamped him. Did that mean that if there was a dragon hatchling meant for him in another Weyr, they could miss out on each other? Surely, K'dar had to be mistaken. Dragons wouldn't just go in droves between because people they were destined to simply weren't in their vicinity, right? Couldn't they settle for another? What about all the people living in Lemos? What if there was a dragon for them, too? They didn't know. They considered the bond some bastardized thing worthy of contempt. Having seen it with his own eyes, Chir knew with certainty they couldn't be more wrong. But they had no way of knowing if it was what they were taught.
Deeply unsettled, Chir chewed on the inside of his cheek as he continued to pluck at the bindings of his bow. The worries brewed like a storm, preventing him from returning to his archery as he struggled to think of how to prevent such a tragedy. Chir was new to the world's problems and easily overwhelmed by them. Previously, his biggest worries had been when his next meal would come from and what the turn of weather would call for. But everything was so much more complicated than his simple life in the forest.
And people were getting hurt. Could it all really stem from one individual? Or was it a faction of those with ill will? How could they stop that from happening? These were issues well beyond the boy's capacity to solve, but he found himself trapped in the struggle of trying to do so single-handedly regardless.
He needed smaller goals, he realized. Like trying to comfort a concerned brother.
I've met Mylorah. From what she's told me, and my impression of her, you have a very strong family. If anyone will pull through, it will be them. He hoped Tiber could translate how much he meant it. That he wasn't just saying it either. Their family had survived attacks like this before. They would do so again.
