”We aren’t so different there, I suppose. I was hatched in a breeding farm, but when I was a few months old Jorn came there and chose me. After a few years, we were allowed to stay together. It’s been like that since,” Ciar replied, not moving from where he lay. He briefly glanced over at his rider, visibly deflating at the sight of the wound he caused. He let out a long, low whine, turning away and resting his head on his paws much like a dejected puppy.
Jorn nodded, wincing and turning so Renell could reach the wound better. He both saw and heard his dragon’s reaction and sighed.
“Come on now, Ciar. Don’t be like that, it wasn’t your fault,” Jorn said, trying to reassure him. Ciar huffed and growled in disagreement, flinching and refusing to meet his rider’s gaze.
”We aren’t so different there, I suppose. I was hatched in a breeding farm, but when I was a few months old Jorn came there and chose me. After a few years, we were allowed to stay together. It’s been like that since,” Ciar replied, not moving from where he lay. He briefly glanced over at his rider, visibly deflating at the sight of the wound he caused. He let out a long, low whine, turning away and resting his head on his paws much like a dejected puppy.
Jorn nodded, wincing and turning so Renell could reach the wound better. He both saw and heard his dragon’s reaction and sighed.
“Come on now, Ciar. Don’t be like that, it wasn’t your fault,” Jorn said, trying to reassure him. Ciar huffed and growled in disagreement, flinching and refusing to meet his rider’s gaze.
Aeira crooned softly, trying to comfort the Guardian. She tried to match his gaze as he looked away. Grazing his leg with the tip of her tail, "Hey, it's not your fault. You were just trying to protect him." She was just trying to soothe Ciar gently.
Ren looked up upon hearing a soft keening. "He really is protective of you," he said with a hint of a smile. Wetting a clean rag he gently wiped the burn, trying not to jar the injured arm nor cause any extra pain. "Sorry if I'm hurting you," he murmured.
With the wounded area cleaned, he uncorked the vial and poked at it with a bamboo rod, then began to scoop it out onto the angry flesh. "It might sting, then feel cold. That's normal." He spread the salve with some cotton padding, then began to wrap new bandages around the arm.
Aeira crooned softly, trying to comfort the Guardian. She tried to match his gaze as he looked away. Grazing his leg with the tip of her tail, "Hey, it's not your fault. You were just trying to protect him." She was just trying to soothe Ciar gently.
Ren looked up upon hearing a soft keening. "He really is protective of you," he said with a hint of a smile. Wetting a clean rag he gently wiped the burn, trying not to jar the injured arm nor cause any extra pain. "Sorry if I'm hurting you," he murmured.
With the wounded area cleaned, he uncorked the vial and poked at it with a bamboo rod, then began to scoop it out onto the angry flesh. "It might sting, then feel cold. That's normal." He spread the salve with some cotton padding, then began to wrap new bandages around the arm.
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”It is my fault. It is my duty to protect my rider, and I failed,” he answered simply, pulling away from the contact and refusing to meet her gaze.
If you only knew why, Jorn thought, his gaze lingering on the dragon for a moment. “He’s always been that way,” Jorn lied, remembering the disobedient and spunky hatchling Ciar had once been. His color wasn’t the only reason Jorn had picked him, after all. He turned back to Renell, flinching as he cleaned the wound and spread the paste on it. He was right, it did sting quite a lot, but it couldn’t compare to the feeling of Ciar’s flames sealing the wound.
“Thank you,” he said as Ren bandaged the wound. “I’ve got a few supplies in the saddle bags as well; you’re welcome to those if you need them,” he added, whistling to call Ciar over.
Ciar lumbered over at the call, crouching so that his rider could reach the bags. Jorn untied one from the saddle, pulling out a pouch of dried meat. Popping it open, he grabbed a handful for himself and Ciar before passing the pouch to Renell.
”It is my fault. It is my duty to protect my rider, and I failed,” he answered simply, pulling away from the contact and refusing to meet her gaze.
If you only knew why, Jorn thought, his gaze lingering on the dragon for a moment. “He’s always been that way,” Jorn lied, remembering the disobedient and spunky hatchling Ciar had once been. His color wasn’t the only reason Jorn had picked him, after all. He turned back to Renell, flinching as he cleaned the wound and spread the paste on it. He was right, it did sting quite a lot, but it couldn’t compare to the feeling of Ciar’s flames sealing the wound.
“Thank you,” he said as Ren bandaged the wound. “I’ve got a few supplies in the saddle bags as well; you’re welcome to those if you need them,” he added, whistling to call Ciar over.
Ciar lumbered over at the call, crouching so that his rider could reach the bags. Jorn untied one from the saddle, pulling out a pouch of dried meat. Popping it open, he grabbed a handful for himself and Ciar before passing the pouch to Renell.
Aeira was perhaps a little disappointed that Ciar did not agree with her, but she neglected to push further. She pulled back her tail and curled it up to her head, remaining silent as she mirrored the other's pose.
"Has he, now?" Ren asked, interested. "Funny, Aeira was the rowdiest thing, it's rare for her to not be energetic." He chuckled, "I had a hard time keeping her safe as a hatchling. Few sympathized with dragons in our town."
Ren agreed and took a strip, more out of politeness than anything. He and Aeira had their own supplies, and he would not want to encroach on Jorn and Ciar's unless necessary.
"We planned to keep on moving towards the light region, but clearly our plans must now change. You two both look exhausted. A day of rest would serve you well."
Aeira was perhaps a little disappointed that Ciar did not agree with her, but she neglected to push further. She pulled back her tail and curled it up to her head, remaining silent as she mirrored the other's pose.
"Has he, now?" Ren asked, interested. "Funny, Aeira was the rowdiest thing, it's rare for her to not be energetic." He chuckled, "I had a hard time keeping her safe as a hatchling. Few sympathized with dragons in our town."
Ren agreed and took a strip, more out of politeness than anything. He and Aeira had their own supplies, and he would not want to encroach on Jorn and Ciar's unless necessary.
"We planned to keep on moving towards the light region, but clearly our plans must now change. You two both look exhausted. A day of rest would serve you well."
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Ciar, despite having not had a proper meal since their departure, chewed on the strips half heartedly. With his small meal finished and the adrenaline from before gone, the exhaustion hit him rather hard. Wings drooping until they rested on the ground, Ciar tried to shake himself awake, unwilling to sleep around strangers.
“I’m afraid the war wasn’t very kind to him,” Jorn answered. “We had quite the opposite where I’m from. There were a lot of dragon riders there.” He closed the pouch and set it down beside him, nibbling on a strip or two that he had kept for himself.
“Have you been keeping track of the days?” Jorn asked. He had kept a count of the days since the war in a notebook hidden in one of the bags, but he wasn’t sure how much time had passed since they left the Shadow region.
Ciar, despite having not had a proper meal since their departure, chewed on the strips half heartedly. With his small meal finished and the adrenaline from before gone, the exhaustion hit him rather hard. Wings drooping until they rested on the ground, Ciar tried to shake himself awake, unwilling to sleep around strangers.
“I’m afraid the war wasn’t very kind to him,” Jorn answered. “We had quite the opposite where I’m from. There were a lot of dragon riders there.” He closed the pouch and set it down beside him, nibbling on a strip or two that he had kept for himself.
“Have you been keeping track of the days?” Jorn asked. He had kept a count of the days since the war in a notebook hidden in one of the bags, but he wasn’t sure how much time had passed since they left the Shadow region.
"Hey, you're practically a dead dragon walking. You ought to get some rest. How are you going to defend yourself when you can't even lift your wings?" Aeira asked in a hushed voice, concerned. She looked towards the two humans, wondering if one of them would speak some sense into the stubborn Guardian... not that she didn't understand. I'd probably do the same, she thought with a sigh.
"I could only dream of being a dragon rider, it got beat out of me pretty quickly. If I hadn't found Aeira egg I may very well have fought against the dragons in the war. Not that that did anyone any good." He tapped a foot as he chewed on the grisly meat.
"Not quite," Ren shrugged, "it'll be another year once winter rolls around. I did for the first few months, maybe, then just gave up. What's the point?" Saying that, he looked down, tracing the crevices in the rock formation. "Why?"
"Hey, you're practically a dead dragon walking. You ought to get some rest. How are you going to defend yourself when you can't even lift your wings?" Aeira asked in a hushed voice, concerned. She looked towards the two humans, wondering if one of them would speak some sense into the stubborn Guardian... not that she didn't understand. I'd probably do the same, she thought with a sigh.
"I could only dream of being a dragon rider, it got beat out of me pretty quickly. If I hadn't found Aeira egg I may very well have fought against the dragons in the war. Not that that did anyone any good." He tapped a foot as he chewed on the grisly meat.
"Not quite," Ren shrugged, "it'll be another year once winter rolls around. I did for the first few months, maybe, then just gave up. What's the point?" Saying that, he looked down, tracing the crevices in the rock formation. "Why?"
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”Can’t sleep yet...” Ciar mumbled, once again shaking himself awake before adding, ”my rider needs it more, anyway.”
“It’s fortunate that you didn’t fight in it then. We might’ve met far sooner than this if you had,” Jorn said.
“It’s just a habit of mine, counting days,” he added. Damn, that means I don’t know how long it’s been since the attack, and Ciar’s last good meal, he thought. He glanced over at the two dragons, noting that Ciar could hardly keep himself awake. As a Guardian, Jorn knew he lacked the ability to sleep while flying. Besides, even if Ciar was capable of it, Jorn knew the dragon wouldn’t have done it in their situation.
“Rest, Ciar,” he said, “we’re safe here.” Predictably, snorted in response, stubbornly trying to stay awake.
”Can’t sleep yet...” Ciar mumbled, once again shaking himself awake before adding, ”my rider needs it more, anyway.”
“It’s fortunate that you didn’t fight in it then. We might’ve met far sooner than this if you had,” Jorn said.
“It’s just a habit of mine, counting days,” he added. Damn, that means I don’t know how long it’s been since the attack, and Ciar’s last good meal, he thought. He glanced over at the two dragons, noting that Ciar could hardly keep himself awake. As a Guardian, Jorn knew he lacked the ability to sleep while flying. Besides, even if Ciar was capable of it, Jorn knew the dragon wouldn’t have done it in their situation.
“Rest, Ciar,” he said, “we’re safe here.” Predictably, snorted in response, stubbornly trying to stay awake.
Aeira huffed softly. Poor guy... she thought, for she and Ren had been in a similar situation during the war. She began humming a lullaby innocently, one that her human sang to him when she had sleepless nights as a hatchling. The words had long since escaped her memory but the tune was still there.
"You think so?" Ren asked, "I guess we'll never know." With a twig, he began to scratch at the dirt mindlessly. "Well, maybe the dragons know?" He looked up at Aeira and raised his voice. "Aeira! How long has it been since your hatchday?"
"Hundred and forty eight." She fired back without hesitation, then continued to hum softly.
"Well, the war ended for us three days before her hatchday, so it's been half a year, nearly." He thought about it, "seems about right, hope that helps."
Aeira huffed softly. Poor guy... she thought, for she and Ren had been in a similar situation during the war. She began humming a lullaby innocently, one that her human sang to him when she had sleepless nights as a hatchling. The words had long since escaped her memory but the tune was still there.
"You think so?" Ren asked, "I guess we'll never know." With a twig, he began to scratch at the dirt mindlessly. "Well, maybe the dragons know?" He looked up at Aeira and raised his voice. "Aeira! How long has it been since your hatchday?"
"Hundred and forty eight." She fired back without hesitation, then continued to hum softly.
"Well, the war ended for us three days before her hatchday, so it's been half a year, nearly." He thought about it, "seems about right, hope that helps."
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Ciar twitched with surprise as the dragoness began to hum a nice tune. He snorted and turned away, trying to ignore the sound. He failed, eyes slowly closing and head dropping to the ground as sleep finally took hold.
“My last count was a hundred and forty-nine since the war ended. Oh, Ciar...” Jorn thought, glancing over at the sleeping Ciar. “It’s been two days since I was injured. He’d have flown for most of that, and I doubt he ate.”
Ciar twitched with surprise as the dragoness began to hum a nice tune. He snorted and turned away, trying to ignore the sound. He failed, eyes slowly closing and head dropping to the ground as sleep finally took hold.
“My last count was a hundred and forty-nine since the war ended. Oh, Ciar...” Jorn thought, glancing over at the sleeping Ciar. “It’s been two days since I was injured. He’d have flown for most of that, and I doubt he ate.”
Aeira continued to murmur softly until she was sure the Guardian was sleeping, then flicked her tail, pleased. She nestled on the ground, making herself comfortable as she kept an eye on the other dragon. She couldn't help but eavesdrop on the humans' conversation, though.
Ren frowned a little, no wonder he looked so tired. "Wow...I...I don't know what to say." It was then that Aeira stood up abruptly. "I will go hunt," she stated, then began to walk off.
"Hang on! This isn't the Plateau, you're gonna get killed out there!" Even then, he still hesitated. A fresh kill would do wonders for the worn out Guardian. Seeing the determination in her eyes, however, he relented. "Just...be careful," he said, knowing she'd probably go anyway without him knowing.
Aeira continued to murmur softly until she was sure the Guardian was sleeping, then flicked her tail, pleased. She nestled on the ground, making herself comfortable as she kept an eye on the other dragon. She couldn't help but eavesdrop on the humans' conversation, though.
Ren frowned a little, no wonder he looked so tired. "Wow...I...I don't know what to say." It was then that Aeira stood up abruptly. "I will go hunt," she stated, then began to walk off.
"Hang on! This isn't the Plateau, you're gonna get killed out there!" Even then, he still hesitated. A fresh kill would do wonders for the worn out Guardian. Seeing the determination in her eyes, however, he relented. "Just...be careful," he said, knowing she'd probably go anyway without him knowing.
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