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27.May.22, 09:14 PM
Despite the fact that Chironhes hadn't actively thought of anything the dragon could think of as amusing, the young hunter suspected he knew just what Larrikith had picked up on to bring such mirth. His face flushed crimson and he quickly looked away from B'jin's questing gaze. She confirmed it as she began a gentle instruction of the word mate that had caused him confusion.
No wonder Urudith had been so annoyed with him. Delayed embarrassment had him rubbing one hand across his face. It had never occurred to him that the word could have so many uses. Granted, a life spent in the woods away from most people was certainly one that would contribute to a lack of education. Despite his shame, Chir was relieved to finally have an answer. At the very least, he wouldn't make the same mistake again with another dragon. He wondered if Urudith would accept an apology for him or if S'far's dragon would simply consider him a lost cause forever. Based on Larrikith's assessment of the bronze dragon, he suspected the latter was more likely.
As the dragon referred to herself and her...mate as teachers, Chir considered the man before him with less wariness. There had been a few individuals in the Hold who had taken great joy in instructing others in new crafts. It was one of those people who had actually taught him how to craft his own weapons. Those lessons had been instrumental in the freckled teen's survival up to date, and he wondered just what life-changing lessons B'jin and Larrikith could offer. Already, in the span of a short conversation (the marvel of having a conversation was a wonder all on its own), Chir had taken in so much new information. It was a lot to consider, that was for sure.
And Larrikith only added to it as she continued. Hearing that he would not be considered a burden still had some doubt nagging. He knew others in the Hold who had said the same, but their actions belayed their words, and Chir had learned to infer otherwise. But the dragon struck him as truer to her word than any person he'd ever met. He wasn't sure if dragons could lie, but his sample size of two hadn't given him reason to doubt their word so far.
All thoughts of the Hold disappeared when Larrikith mentioned him becoming a mate to a dragon of his own. Shock registered in the accompanying silence of his thoughts. When she continued on with discussing him learning to read and write as well regardless of whether or not he was chosen by a dragon, Chir found his reasons for returning home to be dwindling in comparison to staying.
This place, this Weyr, was strange and unknown to him. But whenever Chir had stumbled upon a new discovery in the forests surrounding Lemos, he'd never balked from learning more. That curiosity had earned him more than a few scars among his freckled skin, but he'd always learned more. That learning had brought him great satisfaction in a life otherwise filled with the dullness of day-to-day survival. Evenings spent fire-building, days spent curing hides, mornings on the hunt, and all of it filled with loneliness that was sometimes comforting and other times aching. He couldn't help but wonder what his time would be like here in a place filled with new experiences with every step.
Chir found himself smiling for the first time since arriving as Larrikith commented about the tastiness of entrails. The young hunter had learned of a great many uses for his kill's guts, including curing line for things like fishing or sewing up wounds. As the process took a great deal of time, he knew sharing in his spoils would bring far more delight to him than hours upon hours of the work he'd have for himself otherwise.
Are you sure it would be alright to stay? he asked, looking over to meet Larrikith's gaze. Chir knew having work assigned or chores would be no issue for him so long as he had proper instruction on what needed to be done. He was used to doing everything for himself, and actually found he was looking forward to learning new tasks. He struggled to tamp down on his rising excitement, not wanting it to influence Larrikith's response. But Chir found he really did want to now that she'd put the idea in his head. And if he could still hunt, even with Larrikith as a companion to be fed, that seemed more rewarding than all his time spent alone.
No wonder Urudith had been so annoyed with him. Delayed embarrassment had him rubbing one hand across his face. It had never occurred to him that the word could have so many uses. Granted, a life spent in the woods away from most people was certainly one that would contribute to a lack of education. Despite his shame, Chir was relieved to finally have an answer. At the very least, he wouldn't make the same mistake again with another dragon. He wondered if Urudith would accept an apology for him or if S'far's dragon would simply consider him a lost cause forever. Based on Larrikith's assessment of the bronze dragon, he suspected the latter was more likely.
As the dragon referred to herself and her...mate as teachers, Chir considered the man before him with less wariness. There had been a few individuals in the Hold who had taken great joy in instructing others in new crafts. It was one of those people who had actually taught him how to craft his own weapons. Those lessons had been instrumental in the freckled teen's survival up to date, and he wondered just what life-changing lessons B'jin and Larrikith could offer. Already, in the span of a short conversation (the marvel of having a conversation was a wonder all on its own), Chir had taken in so much new information. It was a lot to consider, that was for sure.
And Larrikith only added to it as she continued. Hearing that he would not be considered a burden still had some doubt nagging. He knew others in the Hold who had said the same, but their actions belayed their words, and Chir had learned to infer otherwise. But the dragon struck him as truer to her word than any person he'd ever met. He wasn't sure if dragons could lie, but his sample size of two hadn't given him reason to doubt their word so far.
All thoughts of the Hold disappeared when Larrikith mentioned him becoming a mate to a dragon of his own. Shock registered in the accompanying silence of his thoughts. When she continued on with discussing him learning to read and write as well regardless of whether or not he was chosen by a dragon, Chir found his reasons for returning home to be dwindling in comparison to staying.
This place, this Weyr, was strange and unknown to him. But whenever Chir had stumbled upon a new discovery in the forests surrounding Lemos, he'd never balked from learning more. That curiosity had earned him more than a few scars among his freckled skin, but he'd always learned more. That learning had brought him great satisfaction in a life otherwise filled with the dullness of day-to-day survival. Evenings spent fire-building, days spent curing hides, mornings on the hunt, and all of it filled with loneliness that was sometimes comforting and other times aching. He couldn't help but wonder what his time would be like here in a place filled with new experiences with every step.
Chir found himself smiling for the first time since arriving as Larrikith commented about the tastiness of entrails. The young hunter had learned of a great many uses for his kill's guts, including curing line for things like fishing or sewing up wounds. As the process took a great deal of time, he knew sharing in his spoils would bring far more delight to him than hours upon hours of the work he'd have for himself otherwise.
Are you sure it would be alright to stay? he asked, looking over to meet Larrikith's gaze. Chir knew having work assigned or chores would be no issue for him so long as he had proper instruction on what needed to be done. He was used to doing everything for himself, and actually found he was looking forward to learning new tasks. He struggled to tamp down on his rising excitement, not wanting it to influence Larrikith's response. But Chir found he really did want to now that she'd put the idea in his head. And if he could still hunt, even with Larrikith as a companion to be fed, that seemed more rewarding than all his time spent alone.
