21.Jun.22, 01:44 PM
So much to do and he was shorthanded. What had been a temporary leave to be with possibly dying siblings had turned into K'dar possibly dying himself. T'ryn was back and forth between Benden and Telgar, but when he was back he was stressed and fussing over his mate who was probably having flashbacks to her own attack. At least the two of them enjoyed work as a distraction from stress. So he had an order in with Cazan for a new jacket for Mulrissa, and had T'ryn working on trying to forecast how large Malvayth's next clutch could potentially be based on her past trends, along with coming up with potential wing compositions for the weyrlings to test out.
And then a green firelizard was fluttering about being a menace, and as he shooed her away he got the sense that someone was trying to get his attention. He paused and turned and spotted Chironhes running his way. Huh. He at least stepped off to the side while he waited for the boy to catch up, head tilting curiously. Old man, are you still annoyed with Chir?Who? It wasn't so much the question the dragon asked as the tone and emotion that accompanied the word that let S'far know the dragon was most certainly still ignoring the boy. Ah well. He could always commandeer someone else's dragon for translation service if required.
But then the boy shoved a crumpled note into his hand and S'far smoothed it out to read. "Well would you look at this! Your handwriting has gotten so much better from those early tries I saw. That "L" in "oil" is very clean, not shaky at all. Good job! Pity you had to crumple the sheet." He had a feeling that praise over penmanship was not what the boy as looking for at all though, so he gestured for Chir to follow along. "Come on, let's get out of the way at least." He headed out to the bowl, to his little garden that was partially surrounded by a picket fence with a stone paved path neatly cutting through it.
"So. I'm going to weed, but it doesn't mean I'm ignoring you. And stay off the grass. And also the dirt. Just stay on the path." S'far knelt down and started to pluck away at the pesky weeds, passing them over to Chir to hold onto. "Just hold onto those, shove them in your pockets, doesn't matter. Anyway, I imagine your note has something to do with what happened to K'dar. And oil confess, it's a bit more complicated than that. Making it oil by yourself would not be something I recommend as a long term defense measure, because something can still happen, someone can still tamper while it's in storage. Which means whoever is doing this really has us over a barrel, in quite a pickle as it were."
He could feel Urudith's disdain for his puns all the way from the ledge he was lounging on. S'far stood up and walked over to his tomatoes to check if anything needed to be picked just yet before he continued. "No one likes to think they can do nothing, but it's foolish to try and beat yourself up over this too. So, we look into alternatives. I'm not sure if whatever poison was used can be neutralized to make the oil safe again, and you don't seem to be the sort to figure that out either. But maybe we can figure out some way to test it more safely than just shoving hands into it like I heard the weyrlingmaster did over in Benden."
And then a green firelizard was fluttering about being a menace, and as he shooed her away he got the sense that someone was trying to get his attention. He paused and turned and spotted Chironhes running his way. Huh. He at least stepped off to the side while he waited for the boy to catch up, head tilting curiously. Old man, are you still annoyed with Chir?
But then the boy shoved a crumpled note into his hand and S'far smoothed it out to read. "Well would you look at this! Your handwriting has gotten so much better from those early tries I saw. That "L" in "oil" is very clean, not shaky at all. Good job! Pity you had to crumple the sheet." He had a feeling that praise over penmanship was not what the boy as looking for at all though, so he gestured for Chir to follow along. "Come on, let's get out of the way at least." He headed out to the bowl, to his little garden that was partially surrounded by a picket fence with a stone paved path neatly cutting through it.
"So. I'm going to weed, but it doesn't mean I'm ignoring you. And stay off the grass. And also the dirt. Just stay on the path." S'far knelt down and started to pluck away at the pesky weeds, passing them over to Chir to hold onto. "Just hold onto those, shove them in your pockets, doesn't matter. Anyway, I imagine your note has something to do with what happened to K'dar. And oil confess, it's a bit more complicated than that. Making it oil by yourself would not be something I recommend as a long term defense measure, because something can still happen, someone can still tamper while it's in storage. Which means whoever is doing this really has us over a barrel, in quite a pickle as it were."
He could feel Urudith's disdain for his puns all the way from the ledge he was lounging on. S'far stood up and walked over to his tomatoes to check if anything needed to be picked just yet before he continued. "No one likes to think they can do nothing, but it's foolish to try and beat yourself up over this too. So, we look into alternatives. I'm not sure if whatever poison was used can be neutralized to make the oil safe again, and you don't seem to be the sort to figure that out either. But maybe we can figure out some way to test it more safely than just shoving hands into it like I heard the weyrlingmaster did over in Benden."