21.Jun.22, 08:15 PM
Though earning S'far's praise hadn't been his intention with his letter, Chironhes felt pride swell in his chest at it all the same. He really was working hard with it, even if he felt like his progress was slow. The Weyrleader's praise reminded him he'd only been at it for not even a month yet.
Like a puppy, the boy trotted after S'far as he led the way to the bowl and a quaint, well-tended garden. He nodded his understanding and stood patiently on the path while the man knelt to tug at weeds. Happy to be of some use, even in such a small capacity, the hunter accepted each clump of weeds without complaint.
His smile over the recent praise sobered into a sorrowful nod. Even without a dragon as an interpreter, Chir excelled at communicating with his facial expressions. He was the kind to wear his emotions all over his face. The mention of K'dar's attack had shaken him more than he wanted to admit, but his concerns were clear enough considering he'd put forth so much effort with his writing.
The sorrow gave way to a shake of the boy's head and a roll of his eyes, a smile sneaking its way onto his face just as he suspected S'far intended. His puns were stupid, but they did have a way of bringing levity to tough subjects.
As S'far continued, Chir brightened. He did actually have an idea! Bending down to pile the weeds at his feet, Chir tugged at a boarskin pouch he used to keep treats on hand for Chirp. Upon seeing him reach for it, the little green fire lizard squealed with delight and raced down his arm to nudge at the pouch. The boy pulled out a dried bit of jerky for his pet before holding the pouch out to S'far in offering. Chir tugged the small jar of dragon oil from his pocket that he kept on hand for Chirp and wrestled it open to obtain a small amount. Reaching out, he swiped it across the pouch so S'far could see. If it was going to burn, it would do it against skins and hides. Granted, Chir already knew this jar was safe considering he'd been stretching out the same one Sironar had given him since Chirp's hatchdate, but he hoped it got his point across enough. At least for burns, the flesh didn't have to be alive. And the hunter could provide plenty of those given a few hunting trips away from working in the stables.
Like a puppy, the boy trotted after S'far as he led the way to the bowl and a quaint, well-tended garden. He nodded his understanding and stood patiently on the path while the man knelt to tug at weeds. Happy to be of some use, even in such a small capacity, the hunter accepted each clump of weeds without complaint.
His smile over the recent praise sobered into a sorrowful nod. Even without a dragon as an interpreter, Chir excelled at communicating with his facial expressions. He was the kind to wear his emotions all over his face. The mention of K'dar's attack had shaken him more than he wanted to admit, but his concerns were clear enough considering he'd put forth so much effort with his writing.
The sorrow gave way to a shake of the boy's head and a roll of his eyes, a smile sneaking its way onto his face just as he suspected S'far intended. His puns were stupid, but they did have a way of bringing levity to tough subjects.
As S'far continued, Chir brightened. He did actually have an idea! Bending down to pile the weeds at his feet, Chir tugged at a boarskin pouch he used to keep treats on hand for Chirp. Upon seeing him reach for it, the little green fire lizard squealed with delight and raced down his arm to nudge at the pouch. The boy pulled out a dried bit of jerky for his pet before holding the pouch out to S'far in offering. Chir tugged the small jar of dragon oil from his pocket that he kept on hand for Chirp and wrestled it open to obtain a small amount. Reaching out, he swiped it across the pouch so S'far could see. If it was going to burn, it would do it against skins and hides. Granted, Chir already knew this jar was safe considering he'd been stretching out the same one Sironar had given him since Chirp's hatchdate, but he hoped it got his point across enough. At least for burns, the flesh didn't have to be alive. And the hunter could provide plenty of those given a few hunting trips away from working in the stables.