Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
04.Aug.22, 03:29 AM
Chir gritted his teeth when he heard an arrow sink into the trunk of a nearby tree. A quick glance showed T'ryn had been at the ready before instinct had driven the freckled boy forward. Getting shot by the bronzerider's bow was not on the approved list of things allowed to happen before a Touching, he imagined and was grateful for T'ryn's quick reflexes. Hunting with others was a messy business, and maybe all of it hadn't been well thought out after all.
Taking T'ryn's pointed silence as he tended to K'dar's wounds for anger, Chir worried at the inside of his cheek while he kept watch. His shoulders hunched against the tension at his back, but he dared not complain and battled back his discomfort to keep either dragon from telling on him. Still, he couldn't help but wonder why. Did he think he'd stolen the kill from him? The boy's nails scratched anxiously against the bow he'd traded out for his hunting knife, digging small furrows into the worn wood.
K'dar's attempts to soothe T'ryn didn't seem to work all that well even with an apology. Nervous of making matters worse, Chir kept his peace and didn't try to add more apologies on top. In times like these, it was almost a relief to be mute. No one expected any words from him to alleviate the situation.
When K'dar asked for help with heaving another cat over his shoulder, Chir was quick to comply. While he lacked any talent in the social department, he could muscle things around with practiced ease. Eager for any excuse to do something, he gripped one of the downed Felines and tossed it over K'dar's shoulder. Only after making sure the rider didn't topple from an unequal load did Chir bend down to retrieve the one he'd stabbed. It was the most mangled from his determined kill-jabs and he didn't mind if he was covered in gore. Heart's blood was far better than guts. Draping it across both shoulders as he had the other kill, Chir kept his bow in hand with an arrow held loosely between his fingers just in case they needed defense from anything else in the jungle.
The trek out of the jungle was far less exciting than the one into it. With the drop in mood, Chir was only grateful nothing else opted to pick a fight with the obviously accomplished hunters. He stayed at the back of their convoy since he was more familiar with staying guarded and followed the others back to the riverside.
Already bloodied, the boy set to the task of helping string up their kills and started skinning and gutting the first if only to give his anxious mind something familiar to focus on. Despite the few months spent at the Weyr, the slide of his knife between fascia layers and muscle brought him back to his time at Lemos. As he devoted himself to his task, the worst of the tension between his shoulder blades leeched away.
Taking T'ryn's pointed silence as he tended to K'dar's wounds for anger, Chir worried at the inside of his cheek while he kept watch. His shoulders hunched against the tension at his back, but he dared not complain and battled back his discomfort to keep either dragon from telling on him. Still, he couldn't help but wonder why. Did he think he'd stolen the kill from him? The boy's nails scratched anxiously against the bow he'd traded out for his hunting knife, digging small furrows into the worn wood.
K'dar's attempts to soothe T'ryn didn't seem to work all that well even with an apology. Nervous of making matters worse, Chir kept his peace and didn't try to add more apologies on top. In times like these, it was almost a relief to be mute. No one expected any words from him to alleviate the situation.
When K'dar asked for help with heaving another cat over his shoulder, Chir was quick to comply. While he lacked any talent in the social department, he could muscle things around with practiced ease. Eager for any excuse to do something, he gripped one of the downed Felines and tossed it over K'dar's shoulder. Only after making sure the rider didn't topple from an unequal load did Chir bend down to retrieve the one he'd stabbed. It was the most mangled from his determined kill-jabs and he didn't mind if he was covered in gore. Heart's blood was far better than guts. Draping it across both shoulders as he had the other kill, Chir kept his bow in hand with an arrow held loosely between his fingers just in case they needed defense from anything else in the jungle.
The trek out of the jungle was far less exciting than the one into it. With the drop in mood, Chir was only grateful nothing else opted to pick a fight with the obviously accomplished hunters. He stayed at the back of their convoy since he was more familiar with staying guarded and followed the others back to the riverside.
Already bloodied, the boy set to the task of helping string up their kills and started skinning and gutting the first if only to give his anxious mind something familiar to focus on. Despite the few months spent at the Weyr, the slide of his knife between fascia layers and muscle brought him back to his time at Lemos. As he devoted himself to his task, the worst of the tension between his shoulder blades leeched away.
