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[G] [C] 743.05.23 | Be Very Wherry
AM | S'far

Ch'es
of Bronze Pardrith

Date of Birth
09.07.726, 18
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Written By: vet
#1
The twang of his bow was quickly followed by the subsequent thump of his arrow landing home in his intended quarry. Another quickly followed as the boar squealed, the sound piercing in the quiet of the forest. Bracken crashed under its cloven feet as the boar charged through the space. Chironhes lunged forward to follow, his bow slung over his shoulder with a blade now replacing the longer ranged weapon.

In the age-old race of hunter versus hunted, the freckled youth bounded as fleet-footed as a Cheetah in his pursuit. Wary of the tusks that could gore him with a toss of the boar's head, Chir raced forward and drove his blade into the small divot just behind the boar's skull, diving deeply through fat and muscle. The weapon was just long enough to shear through right to the opening between vertebrae. The animal fell in a heap, its suffering ended in a singular blow.

Chir panted in the following silence before pulling his dagger free. The young hunter placed both hands over the boar's eyes and encouraged them to close as he sent up silent thanks to its spirit. Its death would serve to feed the Hold. Only after he paid his respects did Chir pull out a length of thickly braided twine to wrap around the boar's back legs so he could hoist it onto his back. He grunted under its weight and prepared himself for the trip back to Lemos proper.

Birdsong served as his watchers. The tiny avians descended from canaries used in the mines were as brightly colored as the dragons he'd heard tales about and so rarely seen. Golds, blues, greens, and even rarer red ones flitted through the trees overhead, bringing a sense of peace with their trills and tweets. With them around, his worry for lurking wherries was quelled.

Which was why he came alert when the birdsong stopped. Chir lowered his captured game to the forest floor and slipped his bow from his opposite shoulder. He pulled an arrow from the quiver at his hip as he scanned both the woods and the trees above warily. Held taut, the young hunter waited. In his experience, a wherry's patience was less than his own.

True to form, the winged fiend dropped from the canopy above to land with spread wings and a razor-sharp beak that screeched out a battle cry. Chir dove to the side as it swung at him with one turquoise-gilded green wing and threw himself back when it attempted to stomp on him with squat, fat forelimbs. He fired one arrow at its face in the hopes of discouraging it completely when it pinned its beady sights on his abandoned kill only to have it whip back towards him with single-minded determination.

Well, shit.

He grunted as the broad side of one of those wings caught him in his gut and tossed him bodily through the air. Even after managing to scoop up a handful of arrows as he rolled back to his feet when they spilled from his quiver, Chir only managed to fire an additional two before he was tossed again. His back collided firmly with a thick trunk of a Skybroom, knocking the breath from him. The hunter coughed as he fell to his knees only to wheeze out in pain when the inland wherry skewered his shoulder to the tree behind him.

Staring his death in the face, Chir pulled out his dagger once more and sliced it across the fat knuckles of the avian creature who reared back with ear-splitting screeches. As it whipped away, its tail knocked down growing saplings during the tantrum.

Armed now only with the dagger, he held it in his non-dominant left hand while his right arm dangled from the trauma. That he could still curl his fingers, albeit with a great deal of pain, brought some comfort to the possibility of the grievous wound healing. At some point. If he survived.

A single blade and bum arm against four taloned limbs, two brutally powerful wings, and a bill meant for shredding into thick hides. He loved his chances. But running from such odds wasn't an option when the wherry could simply take him down in the chase.

Chironess sucked in a hiss as a trio of talons from one foot sliced through his tunic to hook deeply into his side. Caught, there was little he could do but brace as he was pulled closer. Brace, and wait. Choose his moment.

And there it was.

Chir drove his dagger straight up into the opened mouth where it buried through the palate and between the buggy eyes of the ugly beast. Just as the boar had, the wherry dropped like a stone, this time taking Chir with it. The hunter focused on pulling in his ragged breaths through his nose and out of his mouth while carefully unhooking each talon from his abdomen.

Blood spilled slow and steadily from the wounds. With the only hand he had remaining, Chir dropped his dagger and applied pressure there. Returning with the boar was out of the question. As he stood on wobbly legs, the boy had to wonder if he could even make it back at all. Still, he took his first halting step forward, ever the survivor.

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S'far
of Bronze Urudith

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Written By: BardlyThere
#2
S'far was lazily lounging in his hammock, fishing line propped up nearby with a tiny bell hanging on the end of his rod to let him know if he needed to suddenly pay attention. He'd found a nice little clearing with a nice little creek to set up camp in for his short little jaunt, it wasn't something he could do very often, but he'd allowed himself two days to get away from the Weyr and had left it in capable (if terribly anxious) hands. Besides, neither of the young bronzeriders would get any real practice and experience if he didn't abandon them now and then!

The blissful sounds of nature, the singing birds, the babbling creek, and breeze blowing through the trees, were all suddenly interrupted by a very loud and obnoxious sigh. S'far did his best to ignore the bronze beast lounging nearby only to have the sound repeated following by the flick of an irritated tail that smacked his hammock. He let out his own sigh. Yes, old man? I do not like coming all this way only to be interrupted. S'far blinked his eyes open and turned to give his dragon a frown. "What are you going on-"

The squeal of an enraged boar cut off his question. "Ah... well. Hopefully whoever it is will be done soon." If it had been anything dangerous like a predator, Urudith would have been much more clear with his warning. This was probably just some hunter or a squabble between boars, and since it sounded like a single animal, he imagined it was a hunter. He was fine to leave it be and tend to his own business. At least the squealing didn't last too much longer and he settled back into his hammock again. He was just about to doze off when another irritated tail flick thwapped him.

Before he could demand any answers this time there was another loud screech, this time from a wherry. S'far grumbled and with a flail of his limbs got out of his hammock. There was just too much carrying on with something or someone crashing in the brush and that damn wherry. With his hunting bow slung over his shoulder, and his knife tucked into his belt, he left the clearing to head deeper into the woods towards where he had heard the commotion.

"Probably just some damn kids, making a racket for no reason, scaring off all my fish," he grumbled to himself as he moved along until he found a good trail. At least he saw the boy responsible he was pretty sure. "Hey!" His voice trailed off for a moment as he frowned and rushed forward in time to catch the boy as he stumbled and began to fall. "Okay, sport, let's get you back to camp then and take a look at you. How are you feeling? Were you hunting alone out here?" The small jingle of the bell on his fishing pole made him curse. "Fucking, of course!" He sighed and shook his head. "You need to learn to hunt a bit more quietly. Maybe I'll teach you a trick or two, but for now let's just get you back, set you down, and patch you up. Sound good?"

Hopefully it sounded good and the boy wasn't in shock or anything. As soon as he got back to the clearing S'far sat the boy down on the ground and rushed to his tent to grab his supplies.

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Written By: vet
#3
A groan passed his lips as strong arms hauled Chir back up when he would have otherwise fallen face-first into the ground. Air wheezed in and out in pained pants while a strange voice muttered in his ear. The young hunter struggled to get his legs beneath him, slipping on the blood-slick undergrowth. Without the support of the older man, he would have landed on his knees again.

There was no answer to any of the rider's questions, but he didn't seem too keen on waiting around for any anyway, much to Chironhes's relief. With his injured arm slung across the rider's shoulder, his good arm left to keep pressure against his side, Chir stumbled at the good samaritan's side until they reached an idyllic spot near one of the wide creeks that fed from the Great Lake west of Lemos. It was a familiar bend where Chir knew bordo to frequent. Based on the bend in the stranger's rod, he suspected the end of it sported one of the white and grey striped fish.

If he doesn't start reeling, he'll lose it, Chir thought dizzily. Dipping his head down, he peeled his hand away from his side and winced at the starkness of the blood there. It was more than he'd lost before. As a hunter, he wasn't innocent of injuries, but this was undoubtedly the worst. Trauma like this could be vocation-ending, if not life-ending. Without his vocation, his life may as well be forfeit, too. It was the only way he had to support himself.

Upon the stranger's return, Chir distractedly tugged at his sleeve and indicated towards the rod now nearly bent to the water's surface. He'd have to grab it now or never if he wanted it. The freckled boy was remiss to be responsible for repaying intended kindness by having him lose such a catch. To ensure the opportunity wasn't lost, Chir gently tapped on the older man's hands to encourage him to let go of the supplies. Plucking up a roll of bandages from the ground himself, he began wrapping his abdomen one-handed to stem the flow along his side. Though the injury to his shoulder bled as well, he was less concerned about it compared to the one closer to more vital parts.

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S'far
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Written By: BardlyThere
#4
Bandages, check. Sewing kit, check. Antiseptic and ointment, check. Damn jingling bell indicating his bait was being stolen and that fish was going to get away while he was busy? Check. No matter, a boy's life was more important than some fish on a line, it was just frustrating to hear the bell taunting him. S'far almost wished that it would get away already so that he wouldn't have to think about it anymore. He headed back with his emergency kit in his arms to go check on the boy. At first when he pointed, S'far looked up and frowned, but then just shrugged. "I know, but we need to get you taken care of."

But then the boy seemed to insist and he even started to handle things himself. S'far frowned, looked at his line again and bit his lip. Fuck it, at least the boy had priorities. He let him have the supplies and rushed over to grab his rod and yank it to get a good set and then cursed under his breath as he worked on trying to land the fish as quickly as possible without snapping the line or losing the hook. Couldn't just drag it in, that would lead to a wasted opportunity. It still took a tiny bit longer than he would have liked, but he soon had the fish up and out of the water, a fine example of its species, and certainly large enough to feed himself and his surprise guest. He hooked a thin rope in through its gills and set it back into the water so he could clean it later, and then turned back to the injured young hunter. "There. Got it landed, it's tied up in the creek for now and I'll clean it after we're done cleaning you. Hopefully with you it's a bit less messy, fewer guts on the outside."

With a weary sigh, S'far took a seat on the ground across from the boy. "Now let's see, what all is hurt on you? And you still haven't told me your name." He frowned, brow furrowing as the boy just gestured and flailed. "Can't you speak?" The boy shook his head and S'far sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Old man, do me a kindness and facilitate this." Surely it can wait until you drag him back to the Weyr like we both know you're going to. Have a green do it there. Because we're here now, he thought as he gave his dragon a pointed look. Fine, At least introduce me properly then. Urudith said with an annoyed grumble.

S'far turned to the boy before gesturing towards the bronze who had shifted his posture slightly so that he was more laying down in a more stately fashion with his front legs crossed and head held high instead of just lounging for a nap, "I am S'far, and this is my mate, Urudith. He is being gracious enough to assist us with this little matter for the moment." With that settled enough for his liking Urudith turned his head about to study the boy a bit more closely, his voice sounding weary as he spoke into the boy's mind. What is your name? Where are you hurt. Tell me and I will tell him.. With that at least handled for the moment, S'far grabbed the supplies again, making sure they were organized and ready to his liking so that he could get to work based on what his dragon relayed.

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Ch'es
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Written By: vet
#5
Chironhes grunted as he struggled to wrap the bandage all the way around his midsection. With so much movement, there was already strikethrough of three layers before he simply relented and opted to continue to hold pressure while waiting for the fisherman to reel in his catch. Chir managed a whistle of appreciation, always eager to applaud the success of another when he had the opportunity even considering his current circumstances.

The boy frowned even after it was established he couldn't speak when the stranger mentioned an old man. Had he really lost so much blood? Turning around, Chir jolted and staggered weakly to his feet only to tumble a step away.

Fear had his nostrils flaring, his pupils already blown wide from the recent attack. Was he supposed to look away? Not meet a dragon's gaze? What was it people in the Hold said about them? At this moment, he couldn't recall, and all he could hear was a dull roar in his head. As the deeper breaths pulled painfully at his wounds, Chir fought to keep as calm as possible. Could they smell fear, too?

The bronze of its hide flashed in his mind's eye, bringing the dredges of another memory to the forefront. Armor, a frightening helmet. A too-strong hand around his throat, impervious to a child's desperate kicks and short nails scrambling against metal.

Chir swallowed bile at the memory as he became aware of the man speaking again. S'far. Mate. Urudith. The three words didn't connect as they should. Mate to the uneducated boy meant something far different. At least, he thought so. Perhaps it wasn't. Was that why those in the Hold...?

The musing was interrupted by an uninvited voice in his head. Still staring at the dragon, Chir had little doubts as to who it belonged to.

His name, at least, was relayed with a word. The rest, however, was thought of in broken images. He found himself reliving the fight. Pinned to a tree by talons in his right shoulder. His right arm next to useless, though he could manage to move his fingers and swing the limb if he wanted to through the pain. More talons hooked into his left side tugging him close. Even he was uncertain of the degree of damage to relay, but the trail of blood he'd left behind was an indicator of the severity.

Dizzy, he thought, managing another coherent word.

Despite his obvious fear, Chir adapted to the situation surprisingly quickly. The dragon could have torn him to shreds if it wished many times over since he and S'far had tumbled into the little grove.

Sorry. Urudith, he corrected, figuring he should at least consider the beast by its name rather than referring to it simply as "the dragon" even in his head. Whether it was blood loss that gave him the bravery to pose the question or not, Chironhes forged forward with the first that came to mind. What does mate mean? Unable to help himself, he pictured the only other frame of reference he had; a dog tied to a bitch in heat in the Hold. Not...like that, right? There was no shortage of rumors when it came to dragonriders around the Hold, but this was the first opportunity Chir had ever had to actually give voice to his curiosity. To ignore the chance was unacceptable.

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S'far
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Written By: BardlyThere
#6
S'far watched the boy startle and get up and then try to run and just immediately fall back down. It was a rather funny reaction in his own mind, to think of anyone afraid of dragons. He supposed that Cazan's brother always seemed very nervous and terrified of them too, but even that was always amusing since his sister had such a.... unique dragon of her own. He waited patiently while Urudith handled things, letting the boy get whatever initial shock he had out of his system.

He was sensing quite the confused reaction from Urudith though. The dragon watched the boy as he stammered and panicked, waiting until he finally introduced himself and then... the bronze huffed, practically bristling with disgust and annoyance and stood up, no longer willing to entertain any further discussion or even attempts at it as he turned and walked away. S'far frowned as he called to the dragon, "Old man! Where are you going?!"

I am done, I will not be subjected to such indignity. What? Did you at least get his name? Chironhes but It does not matter, the boy is mentally deficient and surely soon to be braindead, leave him. S'far bounced up to his feet to walk over to the dragon, reaching over and rubbing at the disgruntled bronze's favorite spots for pets and scratches as he tried to cajole more information out of him. And then he finally got a glimpse of what had upset Urudith so much and he stifled a laugh. "He's just a boy! Sure a dumb one, but... anyway, he's probably lost enough blood that he can't think straight anyway."

The dragon was not willing to entertain such considerations and though he did settled back down he only looked over at Chir briefly as he gave a very loud, almost roaring yawn that showed off his many sharp and glinting teeth. S'far gave the bronze another pat and muttered a quick promise to give him another oiling as soon as they got home and went to tend to the young man. "So, Chironhes, I'm going to make sure you get bandaged as much as possible, and then we are going to take you to the Weyr and have a proper healer look at you. For the ride, do not panic, I should have a spare coat you can wear to keep warm, and do not flail or kick or move or do anything. Nod if you understand, since you've gone and insulted Urudith and he won't talk with you anymore for me."

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Written By: vet
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Chir blinked with confusion when Urudith huffed and walked away without providing an answer. Was it...not? Even from his place on the ground, the boy tilted his head, not unlike a dog. He watched as S'far trotted after the treating dragon and puzzled the reaction to himself with a deep frown. The rider's laugh, at least, helped unlock some of the anxiety the young hunter felt over the situation, though it returned rather quickly when he overheard himself being called dumb.

It was a frequent enough occurrence that the insult shouldn't burn as it did. Even still, Chir looked away. He didn't need to observe himself being degraded. Better to focus on his sloppy bandage. Already, it was slipping. Frustrated, he tucked his elbow against it as he was already weary of holding his hand there.

Upon S'far's return, Chir hunched his shoulders. While he understood the rider's instructions well enough, the boy found himself looking over at the grouchy dragon instead. I'm sorry I insulted you. I didn't realize. I...don't know anything about dragons. Genuine with his remorse, Chir saw no reason to prostrate himself in front of the dragon when he still had yet to answer his rider.

I do understand, he thought as he nodded, hoping Urudith may still change his mind. Admittedly, it was a relief to have someone to "talk" to that could understand him. Even for the short term. You don't have to take me anywhere. Once I get bandaged, I can go back to the Hold. I'll manage. Perhaps Urudith would think more favorably towards him if he wasn't a burden to carry over grand distances to some Weyr like he was downed game. Why he wanted a dragon of all creatures not to think less of him was beyond him. But it would be nice to have at least one being know that he wasn't as stupid as everyone believed.

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S'far
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Written By: BardlyThere
#8
Urudith, having passed his judgement on the person and matter, was no longer even paying attention to the boy his rider had decided to save for some reason. He'd washed his own claws of the matter, he would carry S'far and his... cargo, then he would go have a nice long soak, and then he would demand the oiling and belly rubs that he so clearly deserved.

With a speculative grunt, S'far reached out to poke and prod at wounds, did his best to try slather on ointment and antiseptic and bind every cut he found as securely as he could. He glanced up and saw Chir glancing towards the great bronze beast sullenly. "Oh don't worry about Urudith. He's always been a bit grumpy, even when he was a hatchling." He smiled at the memory and added, "That was a long time ago though. I Impressed when I was... thirteen if I remember correctly. Lift up your shirt so I can rebandage that."

He gave a soft whistle as he saw the extent of the damage done by the wherry. "Seems you had a wherry bad day. It's a good thing I found you because you would not be getting anywhere on foot." S'far frowned as he cleaned it up with some antiseptic then slathered on some more ointment followed by extra bandages. He'd have to make sure everything was as insulated as possible for their trip back to the Weyr. Once he was done with that he went back to his tent to just grab his spare jacket, which he tossed Chir's way, and then Urudith's straps. "You put that on. You will want to be as warm as you possibly can for this trip. Once I get Urudith strapped up we'll be going."

Years of practice and his dragon's own eagerness to leave made the straps go on quickly, and after double checking that they were secure Eurudith crouched down lower to help as S'far got his passenger up and strapped in. While he was going to tolerate his added cargo, he purposefully turned his head away to avoid even looking at the boy. "Okay, just hang on to these, I need to hook you in with this strap," S'far said as he talked through everything he was doing. "These will keep you secure so you can't just fall off. Now, once we go between I'll need you to hold your breath, I'll warn you before that happens. It won't be long, but it will be unsettling if you've never been. Do not panic, Urudith and I will keep you safe. I'll be sending someone back to pack my camp and bring back that fish, don't worry."

S'far had always been a fan of ripping bandaids off quickly so once he got himself settled in and strapped behind the boy Urudith launched himself into the air, powerful wings swiftly carrying them up out of the clearing and above the scenery. Should I just fly home? It isn't that far. I'd rather he get stitches a bit sooner than that. Once the dragon had leveled out and was soaring, S'far gave Chir a tap on the shoulder. "Hold your breath!"

At least it was over quickly, though the cold stark emptiness of between had never bothered him in his youth, it had bothered him ever since his oldest son had been lost there in training. But in a blink of an eye it was over and they were soaring over Telgar Weyr, Urudith announcing their arrival to the watch dragon with a roar. Urudith very quickly landed in the bowl close to the entry of the infirmary and S'far undid his passenger's straps first before he undid his own. "Welcome to Telgar Weyr. Now let's get you to a healer."

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Ch'es
of Bronze Pardrith

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Written By: vet
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True to S'far's word, it seemed Urudith had truly written him off as a lost cause. Despite the rider's insistence he not take it to heart, Chironhes found himself doing exactly that. He listened as S'far shared childhood tales of impressing the grouchy dragon behind him and obediently lifted his shirt with his good hand to allow the rider to tend to his wounds appropriately. More than once, his gaze went white with pain, teeth gritted stubbornly to keep from the ugly, gasping sound he made when another would have otherwise cried out.

Though the bad pun earned a quiet snort from the boy, it did little to distract him from his agony. At one point, his hand lashed out to clench around S'far's arm in a silent request to hold, just wait, as he breathed through the worst of it. Eyes squeezed shut, he waited for it to pass and loosened his hold when he could.

Once his wounds were properly tended, Chir managed to stand and only felt the world sway a little in comparison to the way it had completely tilted on its axis before. He kept his stance wide to counteract the dizziness and tenderly shrugged on the coat tossed his way. This was an awful lot of effort to go through to help a stranger. The young hunter still couldn't figure out why S'far was even bothering, especially when it was clear even his dragon would prefer otherwise. But far be it from him to talk the man out of it when he seemed pretty determined.

As there was still time yet, Chir took the chance to lean against a nearby tree and closed his eyes. If he waited long enough, the spinning stopped. Mostly. Enough, at least, to allow him to observe the way S'far applied the series of straps along Urudith's girth. He walked over as soon as S'far finished, though glanced to the forest where he'd lost his weapons, and both the wherry and boar remained. It hurt to leave them behind. Wasting good meat was one of a hunter's greatest sins, his father had told him. It didn't sit well. But considering he had few options, he vowed to give back to the forest when he could for what he had stolen from it.

Sitting astride a dragon was the last thing Chir imagined doing with his day. Without the use of his right arm, currently wrapped in a sling across his chest, he squeezed uncomfortably tight with his legs to keep from losing his balance. He didn't quite trust the leather straps despite S'far's obvious faith in them even as he cast repeated apologies towards Urudith. Even if he didn't respond, the dragon could at least know he meant it.

When S'far tucked himself behind Chir, the boy barely had a chance to talk a bolstering breath before Urudith was launching himself into the air. His curly hair whipped around his face with each downbeat of dragon wings and the boy kept a white-knuckled grip on the strap in his left hand.

Once they were clear of the trees, Chir was gifted with a bird's eye -- or dragon's eye -- view of the only home he'd ever known. The Skybroom rose high above the rest of the conifers, their flat tops looking as if they could house half of the Hold on just one platform. Exhilaration, awe, and wonder all flooded him in equal amounts, chasing away the lingering fear. He could die right then and there and be satisfied just from seeing his entire world from a new perspective. It was...magical.

S'far's quick warning to hold his breath was hardly warning enough. Though nothing could have properly prepared him for the nothing that was going between. Cold permeated through every layer of fur, worse than any winter had ever come to bear in the North. Chir had never known such ice and felt it most keenly at his wounds despite the extra dressings S'far had applied. But the cold wasn't even the worst of it. The boy had lived more than half his life without a voice, but in those seconds that stretched into eternity, he knew what it was to be blind as well.

And just when his lungs felt they'd reached their limits, they broke free of that eternal darkness to soar over new lands. Chir slumped forward with nausea while the entire world spun on a completely different axis than before. Whether the dragon sensed his unwanted cargo's sudden illness or not, they landed with great speed. Even still, S'far almost didn't get the boy unstrapped fast enough for him to slip free of the leathery dragon to fall to his knees and lose his meager breakfast.

A healer? He felt an undertaker would be a more appropriate option...

The sound of nearby snickering didn't escape the boy's notice despite the way he remained hunched over his pile of sick in anticipation of more heaving. When it was clear no more would come, he was grateful for S'far's strength in getting back to his feet. Keeping his eyes downcast, he avoided the lingering gazes of those who walked by and followed wherever his guide led.

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S'far
of Bronze Urudith

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06.04.690, 54
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Written By: BardlyThere
#10
Well at least the boy didn't puke on Urudith. S'far got the dragon's straps removed and had him share the location of their camp with Tiberuth so he could take K'dar to go pack everything and collect the fish that had been left in the creek. With the campground handled for now, and Urudith freed of his straps to go swim, S'far helped Chir up and gave him a pat on the back. "There, there. Could be worse. Let's get you stitched up. Is this your first time in a Weyr?"

Ah right, the kid couldn't speak. "Can you write at all? No... of course." S'far sighed. It wasn't that surprising, but was still another frustrating barrier to communication. Ah well, at least there were other dragons around, some of whom... he grinned as he remembered Greenrider B'jin regularly communicated through his dragon. "I have an idea but first, the infirmary. Sew that they can stitch you up. You needle pick up the pace a bit, come on." He still offered a bit of support as he led the way into the caverns of the Weyr and straight to the infirmary.

S'far immediately flagged down a healer once they arrived and arranged to have someone work on proper stitching and numbweed to get Chir fixed up. Though of course then there were tricky questions to answer like where the boy had come from in the first place. S'far turned to Chir and asked, "Do you have any family that we should send a message to?" The shake of the boy's head at least let S'far know he didn't have to apologize to anyone for stealing their mute son. "Well that makes things much easier. You can probably stay with the candidates then, I have to talk with B'jin anyway."

He stepped away while the healers did their work just long enough to make sure K'dar was clear with what he had been tasked with, and also to send a letter to B'jin through a borrowed firelizard. One day someone would finally suggest he get one of his own, but until then he was fine with just commandeering them as needed. By the time he returned it looked like the healers were almost done with Chir. "Feeling a bit better there, sport? I know you lost your breakfast, but do you want to try eating more or no? I could use a bite."

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Ch'es
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Written By: vet
#11
While at another time, S'far's puns would have earned the boy's amusement, it took what remained of Chir's strength just to remain upright even with the rider's help. He slumped heavily on a clean cot in the infirmary and didn't even question drinking the soothing tea pressed to his lips to help rehydrate while his bandages were removed for healers to assess the degree of his injuries. It felt...unnerving to have strangers poking and prodding, taking liberties he'd rather not grant out of sheer stubbornness even if it was in his best interest.

The freckled hunter was obedient despite his shivering and flinching at too-familiar touching. He did his best to hold still when one particular healer groused about his squirming while they tried to apply a sticky gel to his wounds. Pulled in so many directions, Chir almost didn't react when S'far mentioned him staying.

Using his good hand, the boy tried to push the healers away and sit back up. He couldn't stay. He had a duty to his Hold to fulfill. Maybe hunting wasn't anything as grandiose as riding a dragon, but it kept those in Lemos alive and fed. The same healer who'd grumbled at his squirming snapped outright this time, shocking Chir into intimidated compliance. He watched S'far's retreating back with a frown, though his body finally relaxed as his pain ebbed.

By the time his rescuer? captor? fisherman-dragon-rider? returned, the youth had become fascinated with the way he could see the healers driving needle and thread through his torn flesh and couldn't feel any of it. Perhaps a mild tugging sensation at most, but not a lick of pain. It was fascinating.
Though his right arm felt back to rights, the healers had remained insistent that it remain strapped to his chest for several days until it had time to heal fully.

S'far's mention of food had Chironhes regarding him warily. Was it just a ploy to keep him here even longer? Whether it was or not, his belly just then let out an aggrieved grumble that left him scowling outright. No use in denying his hunger now, was there? With a long sigh, he relented and nodded his head, standing to follow. If he wasn't going to get a dragon-ride back home, he could at least have a good meal before walking back. However far it was...

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