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16.Jun.22, 03:27 AM
Chir still hadn't settled on how best to greet others. He hated the panic that flared each time as he struggled to figure out how best to communicate his disability. He'd never been so resentful of it when he lived in Lemos. People there hadn't paid him much mind at all. Now, the freckled teen couldn't decide which he preferred more.
He was just in the midst of shaking his head to advise he wasn't bothered by the intrusion (even if he was) when he heard Tiberuth's voice. Upon hearing S'far's dragon's name, Chir hunched his shoulders a little. If he knew of him from Urudith... He wasn't exactly expecting the most friendly greeting as Chir suspected he was Urudith's least favorite person in the entire world. If he confirmed the dragon's suspicions, would he be shunned by him, too?
Before Chir could even manage to work up an appropriate response, the rider introduced himself and the hunter was struck with the familiarity. K'dar of Tiberuth. You're Mylorah's family, he thought with some relief. Taith had promised the other candidate's siblings were helpful sorts and wouldn't treat him poorly.
Realizing his poor manners, he bowed his head a little while Chirp peered at the pair curiously from her perch. I'm sorry. Yes, I'm Chironhes. It's okay if you both join. This is Chirp, he added, glancing at his companion. She's good about sticking to me so far. I'll make sure she stays out of your way, Tiberuth, Chir promised with a small smile.
Awkwardly, Chir stood still with his bow lowered, uncertain if he should return to shooting or if something else was expected of him. It felt rude to turn his back on Tiberuth if the dragon was going to be translating for him. Indecisively, he swiveled subtly back and forth between the approaching pair and his target.
There are some extra bows in the tent right there. That seemed welcoming enough, right? Chewing on the inside of his cheek, the boy finally turned back to his target and set up his shot. Feeling too observed, he blew out a soft breath and lowered his arms before trying again, reminding himself to breathe and focus on the task at hand.
With the mental hurdle tackled, Chir fired his arrow and felt satisfaction at the way it dug deeply into the center of the target. While his newest companions settled themselves, the boy lined up another shot. A wordless growl clearly passed through his thoughts as his second arrow split down the middle of the first. That was exactly what he didn't want to happen! Considering the arrow lost, he ground his teeth together before lining up his third shot. The third one split the second and his face burned.
Not only had he ruined two perfectly good arrows, but they would probably think he was showing off now! I didn't mean to do that, he said meekly to Tiberuth, hoping the dragon would sense the truth in the thought.
He was just in the midst of shaking his head to advise he wasn't bothered by the intrusion (even if he was) when he heard Tiberuth's voice. Upon hearing S'far's dragon's name, Chir hunched his shoulders a little. If he knew of him from Urudith... He wasn't exactly expecting the most friendly greeting as Chir suspected he was Urudith's least favorite person in the entire world. If he confirmed the dragon's suspicions, would he be shunned by him, too?
Before Chir could even manage to work up an appropriate response, the rider introduced himself and the hunter was struck with the familiarity. K'dar of Tiberuth. You're Mylorah's family, he thought with some relief. Taith had promised the other candidate's siblings were helpful sorts and wouldn't treat him poorly.
Realizing his poor manners, he bowed his head a little while Chirp peered at the pair curiously from her perch. I'm sorry. Yes, I'm Chironhes. It's okay if you both join. This is Chirp, he added, glancing at his companion. She's good about sticking to me so far. I'll make sure she stays out of your way, Tiberuth, Chir promised with a small smile.
Awkwardly, Chir stood still with his bow lowered, uncertain if he should return to shooting or if something else was expected of him. It felt rude to turn his back on Tiberuth if the dragon was going to be translating for him. Indecisively, he swiveled subtly back and forth between the approaching pair and his target.
There are some extra bows in the tent right there. That seemed welcoming enough, right? Chewing on the inside of his cheek, the boy finally turned back to his target and set up his shot. Feeling too observed, he blew out a soft breath and lowered his arms before trying again, reminding himself to breathe and focus on the task at hand.
With the mental hurdle tackled, Chir fired his arrow and felt satisfaction at the way it dug deeply into the center of the target. While his newest companions settled themselves, the boy lined up another shot. A wordless growl clearly passed through his thoughts as his second arrow split down the middle of the first. That was exactly what he didn't want to happen! Considering the arrow lost, he ground his teeth together before lining up his third shot. The third one split the second and his face burned.
Not only had he ruined two perfectly good arrows, but they would probably think he was showing off now! I didn't mean to do that, he said meekly to Tiberuth, hoping the dragon would sense the truth in the thought.
