05.Aug.22, 12:06 AM
Chironhes kept to himself as he worked, focused on his task. With the proficiency he'd gained over years of practice, the boy had two of the four hides skinned and carried them over to the river to scrub at diligently. Shins deep in the water, he used the edge of his blade to clean the backs of each skin of any excess tissue left behind by poor technique before setting them out to dry on a nearby boulder.
T'ryn's question was answered readily enough after K'dar finished his own response. I wanted to hunt to bring something back for Cazan and Malvayth, he reminded them meekly. There was no golden wherry, but Felines would have to suffice. If they're already getting something, you can do whatever you want with the remaining.
With the hides tended to, Chir helped K'dar muscle the carcasses into the river once they were each gutted. Sensing Syrendryth's patience for all of this was as dwindling as his rider's, the boy made a point to reach into the chest of one of the Felines to retrieve a heart. Cutting it free of the great vessels holding it inside, he sloshed his way over to the bronze and held it out for him to have the first right of refusal as a peace offering. He still couldn't figure out what exactly he'd done wrong, but the tension was still palpable there between all of them and the freckled teen wanted to do what he could to try to alleviate some of it if he could.
Chir offered the next to Tiberuth, grateful the dragon wasn't broadcasting his concerns out loud for all to hear. Maybe he was getting better at keeping his thoughts to himself. A quick glance in the bronze's direction found him looking straight at him. The boy found something quite fascinating to stare at in the river instead. Maybe not.
T'ryn's question was answered readily enough after K'dar finished his own response. I wanted to hunt to bring something back for Cazan and Malvayth, he reminded them meekly. There was no golden wherry, but Felines would have to suffice. If they're already getting something, you can do whatever you want with the remaining.
With the hides tended to, Chir helped K'dar muscle the carcasses into the river once they were each gutted. Sensing Syrendryth's patience for all of this was as dwindling as his rider's, the boy made a point to reach into the chest of one of the Felines to retrieve a heart. Cutting it free of the great vessels holding it inside, he sloshed his way over to the bronze and held it out for him to have the first right of refusal as a peace offering. He still couldn't figure out what exactly he'd done wrong, but the tension was still palpable there between all of them and the freckled teen wanted to do what he could to try to alleviate some of it if he could.
Chir offered the next to Tiberuth, grateful the dragon wasn't broadcasting his concerns out loud for all to hear. Maybe he was getting better at keeping his thoughts to himself. A quick glance in the bronze's direction found him looking straight at him. The boy found something quite fascinating to stare at in the river instead. Maybe not.