10.Jun.22, 10:26 AM
Chironhes saw no reason for Taith not to be proud of his colors. He looked absolutely magnificent and the black patterning only made the jewel tones of the cobalt blue seem all the brighter for it. Chir had only seen a sapphire gemstone once in his life and thought Taith put it to shame. When Mylorah explained that Taith used to be a pale blue and how some dragons changed as they aged, Chir tried to imagine what he may have looked like. Just how big - or small - were baby dragons? Sironar had insisted that fire lizards weren’t baby dragons despite Chir’s insistence to refer to Fancy Lad as such.
The young hunter would have been content to spend the remainder of his day trading questions with the pair of them, but duty pulled at him. He was grateful for their understanding and laughed on a puffing exhale when Mylorah pushed him to his feet. Not wanting to waste time, Chir jogged back into the barn to finish up his work. Despite his eagerness to return, he didn’t cut corners and worked with the same devotion he showed all of his tasks.
Chir was practically breathless by the time he raced back. He smelled of neatsfoot oil despite the mild soap he’d scrubbed his arms with after finishing with the tack room and figured it had seeped into his clothing. Unbothered by the scent himself, he hurried back to them and began scrubbing his hands across Taith’s neck in delighted greeting that he’d waited.
Food time? he asked with just as much eagerness. For a boy who’d grown on what he could hunt or gather himself, he’d already grown accustomed to having three full meals a day and snacks in between as he wanted them and could put down a startling amount of food in a short period of time. He stepped over to offer his good hand to Mylo to help tug her to her feet. You’ll eat with us, won’t you, Taith? I can fetch you something if you’d like.
The young hunter would have been content to spend the remainder of his day trading questions with the pair of them, but duty pulled at him. He was grateful for their understanding and laughed on a puffing exhale when Mylorah pushed him to his feet. Not wanting to waste time, Chir jogged back into the barn to finish up his work. Despite his eagerness to return, he didn’t cut corners and worked with the same devotion he showed all of his tasks.
Chir was practically breathless by the time he raced back. He smelled of neatsfoot oil despite the mild soap he’d scrubbed his arms with after finishing with the tack room and figured it had seeped into his clothing. Unbothered by the scent himself, he hurried back to them and began scrubbing his hands across Taith’s neck in delighted greeting that he’d waited.
Food time? he asked with just as much eagerness. For a boy who’d grown on what he could hunt or gather himself, he’d already grown accustomed to having three full meals a day and snacks in between as he wanted them and could put down a startling amount of food in a short period of time. He stepped over to offer his good hand to Mylo to help tug her to her feet. You’ll eat with us, won’t you, Taith? I can fetch you something if you’d like.