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25.May.22, 02:16 PM
Again with that word. Mate. S'far had used it to link himself and his dragon, but now Larrikith used it to connect B'jin's son and another. Chironhes still struggled to understand any other meaning than the one he knew; a coupling. His only example remained a pair of dogs he'd seen at the Hold. But he kept the question tucked close, not wanting to insult Larrikith with his lack of comprehension.
It was different communicating with her compared to Urudith. Larrikith seemed to pick up on his emotions in a way the other dragon hadn't bothered. Admittedly, it was easier to let his guard down a little around the green female. She was soft and kind whereas Urudith was gruff and irritable.
Chir perked when Larrikith promised to retrieve his kills as well as his weapons. He wondered if she would be so inclined to retrieve them if she knew he wanted them to be able to defend himself in this strange place. But if they were already going that way, perhaps he could tag along...
The young hunter went back to eating while the dragon and rider seemed preoccupied with their own conversation. He quickly polished off the meat before poking around at the spattering of vegetables available on his plate. Some of them looked remarkably similar to plants he'd tried to eat in the past when hunting went poorly. Recalling the way he'd vomited afterward, he opted to avoid them altogether.
Chir glanced back up when Larrikith asked why he wanted to return home. The freckled teen's mind blanked for a long moment before he answered with his confusion clear. Because it is home. Wasn't that something everyone held dear? He thought of the shelter he'd built for himself in the forest, the way he'd slaved over it and improved it over the years. It was nothing but a child's play-fort when compared to all the opulence around him now, but it was wholly his own.
Larrikith's follow-up question had Chir lowering his gaze to frown seriously at the tabletop. Stay? He didn't belong in a place like this. There were so many people and dragons and things he didn't understand. But... There was also B'jin, who had cut up his meat for him. And Larrikith who considered him kindly. And S'far, who'd sought healing for him, a complete stranger he was under no obligation to care about. While his relationship with Urudith left much to be desired, the dragon had carried him to that healing without complaint. Well, at least none he could hear.
Even as he thought it, he knew his follow-up was weak. It is what I know. But it was clear he was already wondering what life would be like in a place like this. Would he be a burden? At the very least, it seemed there was at least one dragon willing to serve as his interpreter. But attaching himself to B'jin and Larrikith seemed...unfair. He was a burden they hadn't asked for, and he had little doubt that S'far was to blame considering his pointed lack of presence.
I could hunt here... he considered, apparently giving it a great deal of thought. But I cannot afford lodgings. Perhaps there was a forest nearby where he could live similarly. He supposed there was no particular connection to the bit of land he'd been living on other than it was where he was born and where his parents had died. But they'd been gone for years and he'd truly not formed meaningful connections with the other Holdfolk over the years. Already in the short span of a single conversation, he felt more kinship for a fellow mute and a dragon! It was certainly not something he'd have ever imagined for himself considering it was a dragon rider who was responsible for his own muteness.
The thoughts fell unfiltered from his head, open and free for Larrikith to dig through if she was inclined. Chir's lack of training mixed with his deep distraction left him like an open book for any passing dragon to sift through. Worry, anxiety, excitement, fear... The possibility had emotions rising and falling in quick succession with no sign of the flow stemming anytime soon. But of all his thoughts, one rose clear about the rest. I don't want to be a burden.
It was different communicating with her compared to Urudith. Larrikith seemed to pick up on his emotions in a way the other dragon hadn't bothered. Admittedly, it was easier to let his guard down a little around the green female. She was soft and kind whereas Urudith was gruff and irritable.
Chir perked when Larrikith promised to retrieve his kills as well as his weapons. He wondered if she would be so inclined to retrieve them if she knew he wanted them to be able to defend himself in this strange place. But if they were already going that way, perhaps he could tag along...
The young hunter went back to eating while the dragon and rider seemed preoccupied with their own conversation. He quickly polished off the meat before poking around at the spattering of vegetables available on his plate. Some of them looked remarkably similar to plants he'd tried to eat in the past when hunting went poorly. Recalling the way he'd vomited afterward, he opted to avoid them altogether.
Chir glanced back up when Larrikith asked why he wanted to return home. The freckled teen's mind blanked for a long moment before he answered with his confusion clear. Because it is home. Wasn't that something everyone held dear? He thought of the shelter he'd built for himself in the forest, the way he'd slaved over it and improved it over the years. It was nothing but a child's play-fort when compared to all the opulence around him now, but it was wholly his own.
Larrikith's follow-up question had Chir lowering his gaze to frown seriously at the tabletop. Stay? He didn't belong in a place like this. There were so many people and dragons and things he didn't understand. But... There was also B'jin, who had cut up his meat for him. And Larrikith who considered him kindly. And S'far, who'd sought healing for him, a complete stranger he was under no obligation to care about. While his relationship with Urudith left much to be desired, the dragon had carried him to that healing without complaint. Well, at least none he could hear.
Even as he thought it, he knew his follow-up was weak. It is what I know. But it was clear he was already wondering what life would be like in a place like this. Would he be a burden? At the very least, it seemed there was at least one dragon willing to serve as his interpreter. But attaching himself to B'jin and Larrikith seemed...unfair. He was a burden they hadn't asked for, and he had little doubt that S'far was to blame considering his pointed lack of presence.
I could hunt here... he considered, apparently giving it a great deal of thought. But I cannot afford lodgings. Perhaps there was a forest nearby where he could live similarly. He supposed there was no particular connection to the bit of land he'd been living on other than it was where he was born and where his parents had died. But they'd been gone for years and he'd truly not formed meaningful connections with the other Holdfolk over the years. Already in the short span of a single conversation, he felt more kinship for a fellow mute and a dragon! It was certainly not something he'd have ever imagined for himself considering it was a dragon rider who was responsible for his own muteness.
The thoughts fell unfiltered from his head, open and free for Larrikith to dig through if she was inclined. Chir's lack of training mixed with his deep distraction left him like an open book for any passing dragon to sift through. Worry, anxiety, excitement, fear... The possibility had emotions rising and falling in quick succession with no sign of the flow stemming anytime soon. But of all his thoughts, one rose clear about the rest. I don't want to be a burden.
