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28.May.22, 07:22 PM
It had been a whirlwind of five days. Chironhes had learned more in his short time at the Weyr than the last five years combined. While another his age may have complained about having their heads practically bursting at the seams, the Lemos hunter felt invigorated.
While the first day had been filled with all kinds of activity, the second had been laxer. Sironar had been tasked with giving Chir a tour of the Weyr, and the boy now had a fairly decent mental map of where things were. The following two days had been spent mostly in and out of the infirmary for repeated bandage changes and wound dressings. An infection had developed on the deep gouge in his left side despite early intervention and more aggressive therapy had been required. But today, he'd been given leave to start light duty.
Chir's experience with Runnerbeasts was relatively limited, but he took well to the early morning lesson on grooming and basic care for the animals. Though his right arm remained in a sling (that he would remove under risk of death per the threats from the healers...), he had no trouble at all running a curry comb with his left hand.
Whether it was his general soft demeanor or his aptitude for silence, the Runnerbeasts seemed quite content to have a new groomer among their usual ranks. Chir quite enjoyed that nearly all of them gave him no trouble at all and seemed content to stand still while he brushed out their coats. Even those reportedly with a penchant for mischief stood quietly, though one frequently tugged at his pants as if searching for treats hidden in his pockets. He vowed to find something adequate the following day and mutely apologized to the gelding with a stroke across his white blaze.
Grooming, Chir found, was a chore he was remiss to complete. He found the entire process soothing, and not dissimilar to curing hides. Back in Lemos, he'd found the same comfort in scraping the backside of skins until the leather had been made supple and ready for the Holdfolk to use in bedding or clothing. However, this was far more rewarding as he could see the contentedness his actions brought another creature. Most of the mares and geldings let their heads hang and dozed peacefully.
But there were other tasks to see to. Like working leathers and oiling saddles. That, at least, was one task he needed no instruction for. The boy worked steadily through the tack available, ensuring all of it was clean and had a restored shine. Chir threw himself into his tasks with an easy appreciation for the satisfaction a job well done could bring, not at all bothered by the solitude granted him throughout the morning. His focus was so deep that the boy didn't even hear the first thing said to him, only jolting when someone rapped at the door of the tack room to gain his attention.
While the first day had been filled with all kinds of activity, the second had been laxer. Sironar had been tasked with giving Chir a tour of the Weyr, and the boy now had a fairly decent mental map of where things were. The following two days had been spent mostly in and out of the infirmary for repeated bandage changes and wound dressings. An infection had developed on the deep gouge in his left side despite early intervention and more aggressive therapy had been required. But today, he'd been given leave to start light duty.
Chir's experience with Runnerbeasts was relatively limited, but he took well to the early morning lesson on grooming and basic care for the animals. Though his right arm remained in a sling (that he would remove under risk of death per the threats from the healers...), he had no trouble at all running a curry comb with his left hand.
Whether it was his general soft demeanor or his aptitude for silence, the Runnerbeasts seemed quite content to have a new groomer among their usual ranks. Chir quite enjoyed that nearly all of them gave him no trouble at all and seemed content to stand still while he brushed out their coats. Even those reportedly with a penchant for mischief stood quietly, though one frequently tugged at his pants as if searching for treats hidden in his pockets. He vowed to find something adequate the following day and mutely apologized to the gelding with a stroke across his white blaze.
Grooming, Chir found, was a chore he was remiss to complete. He found the entire process soothing, and not dissimilar to curing hides. Back in Lemos, he'd found the same comfort in scraping the backside of skins until the leather had been made supple and ready for the Holdfolk to use in bedding or clothing. However, this was far more rewarding as he could see the contentedness his actions brought another creature. Most of the mares and geldings let their heads hang and dozed peacefully.
But there were other tasks to see to. Like working leathers and oiling saddles. That, at least, was one task he needed no instruction for. The boy worked steadily through the tack available, ensuring all of it was clean and had a restored shine. Chir threw himself into his tasks with an easy appreciation for the satisfaction a job well done could bring, not at all bothered by the solitude granted him throughout the morning. His focus was so deep that the boy didn't even hear the first thing said to him, only jolting when someone rapped at the door of the tack room to gain his attention.
