16.Jul.22, 06:58 PM
Chironhes knew he would be scared to go after going through such an ordeal. Did Sironar even realize it wasn't normal? Or had he simply grown jaded by attacks considering the danger all around? How was that even possible? Chir had only been here a short while and he'd taken many precautions when it came to ensuring Chirp remained safe. The little green flitter had become a lifeline for the introverted boy and the possibility of her getting injured or even killed by someone else's cruel games was quite a lot to shoulder.
Hearing Siro voice his concerns for disappointing S'far had Chir's brows furrowing in concern. The Weyrleader didn't seem the type to lay a great deal on anyone's shoulders other than himself. And based on how frequently and fondly he'd mentioned his son while Sironar was away, the freckled hunter couldn't imagine anyone he was more proud of than Siro.
While it was clearly a subject Siro didn't want to linger on, Chir couldn't just let him get away without writing something about it. With a frown, he bent over his paper so his roommate couldn't see anything prematurely. "S'far proud of you. He say. You not disappoint." As he read it back to himself, he knew those weren't exactly the right words, but they were enough that Siro would get the point without him spending another ten minutes figuring out the correct grammar. Satisfied enough, he showed the paper. After Siro had a chance to read, Chir pulled it back to himself to write again.
"We stay," Chir decided right then and there. Even if he'd felt guilty about missing the last one, it didn't seem the right time to go to another place when there was still so much mystery around the source of the attacks in Benden. At least here, the boy knew S'far was working hard to ensure their own borders were secure and safe. And they'd even started to use Chir's own recommendation for slathering oil on curing hides before dragons and firelizards to prevent burns like what Tiberuth had reportedly sustained.
"I meet Fetch and others," he wrote with a bright smile, hoping to still soothe any lingering feelings his friend may have about his father. He sat up properly while Siro adjusted the pillows before leaning back again and returning to his writing.
"Gardening." Gesturing to his current state of cleanliness, he added, "Muck stalls, groom horses." Even if the animals weren't particularly beloved by the majority of the Weyrfolk, Chir couldn't help but adore them and spoil them any chance he could. The boy wrinkled his nose as he dipped his head down to smell his shirt. A trip to the baths was certainly called for before he did anything involving the company of others. Admittedly, Chir far preferred the baths and his better hygiene practices compared to the dips in icy rivers he had to suffice with back in Lemos.
"Want hunt," he admitted. "S'far say no." Only a small frown graced his features. "Not safe now. What you want?"
Hearing Siro voice his concerns for disappointing S'far had Chir's brows furrowing in concern. The Weyrleader didn't seem the type to lay a great deal on anyone's shoulders other than himself. And based on how frequently and fondly he'd mentioned his son while Sironar was away, the freckled hunter couldn't imagine anyone he was more proud of than Siro.
While it was clearly a subject Siro didn't want to linger on, Chir couldn't just let him get away without writing something about it. With a frown, he bent over his paper so his roommate couldn't see anything prematurely. "S'far proud of you. He say. You not disappoint." As he read it back to himself, he knew those weren't exactly the right words, but they were enough that Siro would get the point without him spending another ten minutes figuring out the correct grammar. Satisfied enough, he showed the paper. After Siro had a chance to read, Chir pulled it back to himself to write again.
"We stay," Chir decided right then and there. Even if he'd felt guilty about missing the last one, it didn't seem the right time to go to another place when there was still so much mystery around the source of the attacks in Benden. At least here, the boy knew S'far was working hard to ensure their own borders were secure and safe. And they'd even started to use Chir's own recommendation for slathering oil on curing hides before dragons and firelizards to prevent burns like what Tiberuth had reportedly sustained.
"I meet Fetch and others," he wrote with a bright smile, hoping to still soothe any lingering feelings his friend may have about his father. He sat up properly while Siro adjusted the pillows before leaning back again and returning to his writing.
"Gardening." Gesturing to his current state of cleanliness, he added, "Muck stalls, groom horses." Even if the animals weren't particularly beloved by the majority of the Weyrfolk, Chir couldn't help but adore them and spoil them any chance he could. The boy wrinkled his nose as he dipped his head down to smell his shirt. A trip to the baths was certainly called for before he did anything involving the company of others. Admittedly, Chir far preferred the baths and his better hygiene practices compared to the dips in icy rivers he had to suffice with back in Lemos.
"Want hunt," he admitted. "S'far say no." Only a small frown graced his features. "Not safe now. What you want?"