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25.Jun.22, 10:48 PM
Clutching the weeds to his belly, Chir felt his heart clench as S'far clapped him on the back. He hoped his roommate knew how lucky he was to have a pretty great dad. The Weyrleader listened and paid attention. More than that, he cared. The young hunter had never met a more capable leader, even if his initial meeting had left them on uncertain grounds.
On the boy's shoulder, Chirp perked up as another green firelizard appeared. The young hatchling called out her own series of chirps and trills in greeting before it was shooed away. She turned to pin S'far with a glare at sending a potential friend away, but perked right back up when it returned for his tomato. Chir gave his little one a mental warning not to cause trouble and was rewarded when she settled back down with a huff and snuggled against his neck. The pair had been inseparable since her hatching, and Chir found her presence even more of a comfort in the absence of his roommate.
Chir accompanied S'far to his shed and helped him carry the tools back to the little garden. He shook his head as he admitted to not having managed one before. The forest had been his garden and he'd simply cultivated what grew there naturally. He cocked his head questioningly when S'far mentioned he and his family had been in exile previously. For what? The question came to mind immediately, though it was a good thing Urudith spent so much time pretending he didn't exist as Chir bet it would be offensive in some manner. He managed to keep most of the curiosity from his face and turned his attention to the work at hand.
The freckled boy certainly didn't mind getting dirty. Considering his previous way of life involved skinning and curing hides, playing in the dirt was a welcome task. He considered S'far questions as he used the hoe to break up garden soil.
Goals? He'd had a few already set out for him; learning to read and write, attempt to Impress a dragon. Those all seemed expected of him, whether anyone said it outright or not. Thankfully, he didn't mind the more freedoms all of those goals would grant him. He'd seen the ways B'jin found to communicate that didn't rely on Larrikith or another dragon like Chir himself so often did. Being able to stand on one's own was important to the boy.
But there were other things he enjoyed as well. Aside from grooming dragons, taking care of the horses was easily the first that came to mind. He'd even seen the stablemaster training a few yearlings a few days ago, and he'd been enthralled by the process. From what he'd observed, having a voice didn't even seem necessary. On his own, Chir had been practicing various whistles and tongue clicks to mimic those he'd heard during training.
After he'd finished the row S'far had started for him, Chir bent down into the loamy soil to use his finger to write out carefully drawn letters. "Horse training + riding." After another moment, he smiled and added another word that had nothing to do with either. "Flying." K'dar and Tiberuth taking him on that trip around the Weyr had left a lasting impact. But since the last word wasn't really a goal and more just something he truly enjoyed, he leaned back to think of another before settling on, "Help." Chir wanted to help in whatever capacity he could. If it meant guarding the Weyr or washing dishes or changing bedpans in the infirmary, he would do it.
On the boy's shoulder, Chirp perked up as another green firelizard appeared. The young hatchling called out her own series of chirps and trills in greeting before it was shooed away. She turned to pin S'far with a glare at sending a potential friend away, but perked right back up when it returned for his tomato. Chir gave his little one a mental warning not to cause trouble and was rewarded when she settled back down with a huff and snuggled against his neck. The pair had been inseparable since her hatching, and Chir found her presence even more of a comfort in the absence of his roommate.
Chir accompanied S'far to his shed and helped him carry the tools back to the little garden. He shook his head as he admitted to not having managed one before. The forest had been his garden and he'd simply cultivated what grew there naturally. He cocked his head questioningly when S'far mentioned he and his family had been in exile previously. For what? The question came to mind immediately, though it was a good thing Urudith spent so much time pretending he didn't exist as Chir bet it would be offensive in some manner. He managed to keep most of the curiosity from his face and turned his attention to the work at hand.
The freckled boy certainly didn't mind getting dirty. Considering his previous way of life involved skinning and curing hides, playing in the dirt was a welcome task. He considered S'far questions as he used the hoe to break up garden soil.
Goals? He'd had a few already set out for him; learning to read and write, attempt to Impress a dragon. Those all seemed expected of him, whether anyone said it outright or not. Thankfully, he didn't mind the more freedoms all of those goals would grant him. He'd seen the ways B'jin found to communicate that didn't rely on Larrikith or another dragon like Chir himself so often did. Being able to stand on one's own was important to the boy.
But there were other things he enjoyed as well. Aside from grooming dragons, taking care of the horses was easily the first that came to mind. He'd even seen the stablemaster training a few yearlings a few days ago, and he'd been enthralled by the process. From what he'd observed, having a voice didn't even seem necessary. On his own, Chir had been practicing various whistles and tongue clicks to mimic those he'd heard during training.
After he'd finished the row S'far had started for him, Chir bent down into the loamy soil to use his finger to write out carefully drawn letters. "Horse training + riding." After another moment, he smiled and added another word that had nothing to do with either. "Flying." K'dar and Tiberuth taking him on that trip around the Weyr had left a lasting impact. But since the last word wasn't really a goal and more just something he truly enjoyed, he leaned back to think of another before settling on, "Help." Chir wanted to help in whatever capacity he could. If it meant guarding the Weyr or washing dishes or changing bedpans in the infirmary, he would do it.
