20.Jun.22, 10:05 PM
Chirp trilled in protest as she fought to cling to her boy's shoulders. Her tail wrapped firmly around his arm even as her nails dug into the tender skin along the back of his neck. Despite the pinpricks, Chir didn't slow as he raced through the Weyr with determination. The young hunter dodged and weaved through the throngs of people leaving the dining halls with a piece of paper clutched and crumpled in hand.
Spotting his intended target, Chironhes ran faster to catch up with him before he could disappear. S'far was always so busy, no doubt more so since the news of all the attacks from Benden Weyr. Chir had spent more than a few restless nights since, in no small part thanks to his roommate who was still visiting there. While Chir wished fervently for Sironar to return home safely, he understood being there was important to the other boy.
His wish for the Weyrleader's attention was strong enough that Chirp took it upon herself to cry out above the din of the dispersing crowd to catch his attention. The green flitter sat taller upon her boy's shoulder with pride when they were gifted with S'far's gaze.
Chir stumbled to a stop in front of the man and bent double to pant. He'd rushed through the early morning turnout of the horses and a shower to have time to write the few words on the page. Still catching his breath, the boy thrust the crumpled page into S'far's hands.
[How make dragon oil?] the note read in carefully written script. Chir's word choice was limited by what he knew, but he thought he'd managed well enough while using words he'd picked out from Sironar's letters. [Want keep dragons safe. Hunt tree? Plant? Hunt game for food?] The boy knew his skills were limited, but after hearing of so many attacks, he could do little more than worry and worry over the dragons he'd befriended. Even K'dar and Tiberuth had fallen victim only a day after meeting the pair! Despite his lack of training and his sparse experience with any real fighting, the mute boy knew he wanted to learn so he could protect those he cared about.
If he could find the supplies himself and make it all from start to finish, and even hand-deliver things like fresh game or dragon oil, then he could know for certain no one could tamper with them and poison or hurt his friends. It was far from efficient, but it was all the freckled youth could come up with.
Spotting his intended target, Chironhes ran faster to catch up with him before he could disappear. S'far was always so busy, no doubt more so since the news of all the attacks from Benden Weyr. Chir had spent more than a few restless nights since, in no small part thanks to his roommate who was still visiting there. While Chir wished fervently for Sironar to return home safely, he understood being there was important to the other boy.
His wish for the Weyrleader's attention was strong enough that Chirp took it upon herself to cry out above the din of the dispersing crowd to catch his attention. The green flitter sat taller upon her boy's shoulder with pride when they were gifted with S'far's gaze.
Chir stumbled to a stop in front of the man and bent double to pant. He'd rushed through the early morning turnout of the horses and a shower to have time to write the few words on the page. Still catching his breath, the boy thrust the crumpled page into S'far's hands.
[How make dragon oil?] the note read in carefully written script. Chir's word choice was limited by what he knew, but he thought he'd managed well enough while using words he'd picked out from Sironar's letters. [Want keep dragons safe. Hunt tree? Plant? Hunt game for food?] The boy knew his skills were limited, but after hearing of so many attacks, he could do little more than worry and worry over the dragons he'd befriended. Even K'dar and Tiberuth had fallen victim only a day after meeting the pair! Despite his lack of training and his sparse experience with any real fighting, the mute boy knew he wanted to learn so he could protect those he cared about.
If he could find the supplies himself and make it all from start to finish, and even hand-deliver things like fresh game or dragon oil, then he could know for certain no one could tamper with them and poison or hurt his friends. It was far from efficient, but it was all the freckled youth could come up with.