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01.Jun.22, 05:33 AM
T'yrn of Syrendryth and K'dar of Tiberuth. Chir committed their names to memory. T'yrn, mate to Cazon of Malvayth. Chir imagined it would be easier once he'd actually met and could put faces to names. For now, he repeated the names like a mantra until he could easily associate each rider with their dragon.
Mylorah's comment on making for a good sister had the young hunter smiling. I always wanted a sister when I was little, he admitted. He'd pictured playing in the woods with her and teaching her to fish, standing as her protector from any and all threats. And maybe it could have happened. But fate hadn't agreed. Determined not to bother Taith with his lingering morose feelings, Chir eagerly continued. I hope I can make for a decent brother, he teased.
For the most part, the boy found Mylorah's advice heartening, but the mention of being shipped off to other Weyrs had him frowning, his hands slowing in their scrubbing of Taith's hide. He still was learning his way around Telgar. Would they really send him elsewhere? Away from Sironar and B'jin and Larrikith and Fancy? Even S'far and Urudith... Worried at the implication, he chewed at his lip.
When she continued on with warning about how not all people were kind, Chir shrugged his good shoulder. That, at least, wasn't different. There will always be bad people. But if the good outnumber the bad, then it'll be fine. Better than fine, he resolved. Already, he had promised teachers. He would learn to read, to write, to stand on his own two feet with help already offered. Despite his initial misgivings with being taken from the only home he'd ever known, Chir knew he had chances here to grow and be more than he ever could have been as a lone hunter trading in skins and furs and meat to those in Lemos.
He had support here. And, failing that, he had dragons he could lavish with attention and find comfort in. Even thinking it, he leaned to press his forehead against Taith's flank in a show of fondness before scrubbing at his thigh again before finally stepping away to sit near Mylorah. While he could have spent all day scratching and scrubbing, he supposed it was past time he actually show his attention wasn't completely stolen by their dragon companion.
Chir let his mind wander idly in the stretch of silence between them then, closing his eyes to relish the feeling of the wind along his face. He hadn't realized how stuffy the tack room had been until he'd been out in the open air again, and was grateful for the break. Only when the worries returned did he finally turn to face Mylorah as he chewed the inside of his cheek. What if I don't want to leave here? Do I get a choice? he asked, trusting Taith to translate.
Mylorah's comment on making for a good sister had the young hunter smiling. I always wanted a sister when I was little, he admitted. He'd pictured playing in the woods with her and teaching her to fish, standing as her protector from any and all threats. And maybe it could have happened. But fate hadn't agreed. Determined not to bother Taith with his lingering morose feelings, Chir eagerly continued. I hope I can make for a decent brother, he teased.
For the most part, the boy found Mylorah's advice heartening, but the mention of being shipped off to other Weyrs had him frowning, his hands slowing in their scrubbing of Taith's hide. He still was learning his way around Telgar. Would they really send him elsewhere? Away from Sironar and B'jin and Larrikith and Fancy? Even S'far and Urudith... Worried at the implication, he chewed at his lip.
When she continued on with warning about how not all people were kind, Chir shrugged his good shoulder. That, at least, wasn't different. There will always be bad people. But if the good outnumber the bad, then it'll be fine. Better than fine, he resolved. Already, he had promised teachers. He would learn to read, to write, to stand on his own two feet with help already offered. Despite his initial misgivings with being taken from the only home he'd ever known, Chir knew he had chances here to grow and be more than he ever could have been as a lone hunter trading in skins and furs and meat to those in Lemos.
He had support here. And, failing that, he had dragons he could lavish with attention and find comfort in. Even thinking it, he leaned to press his forehead against Taith's flank in a show of fondness before scrubbing at his thigh again before finally stepping away to sit near Mylorah. While he could have spent all day scratching and scrubbing, he supposed it was past time he actually show his attention wasn't completely stolen by their dragon companion.
Chir let his mind wander idly in the stretch of silence between them then, closing his eyes to relish the feeling of the wind along his face. He hadn't realized how stuffy the tack room had been until he'd been out in the open air again, and was grateful for the break. Only when the worries returned did he finally turn to face Mylorah as he chewed the inside of his cheek. What if I don't want to leave here? Do I get a choice? he asked, trusting Taith to translate.
