12.Sep.22, 11:55 AM
Ch'es cocked his head as his classmate stumbled over his words in an effort to explain himself before finally repeating his question. The freckled hunter glanced around at their work, actually feeling quite satisfied with the work. Not that he enjoyed the smell of shit and piss, but the cleaning of it was a mindless task that was rewarding to him. It brought back the feeling of hours spent curing hides. Others would consider that task equally disgusting, smothered in oil and prickled by short furs that splintered and stuck in the hands until they were nearly bleeding.
His mind goes elsewhere, Pardrith answered for him as Ch'es was clearly not going to formulate a response himself. His boy was still a bit in that headspace where not much else could penetrate.
You make me sound so brainless, Ch'es complained with a frown.
No, I don't, the dragonet protested. You're just not paying attention to much else when you're working.
It rankled to realize Pardrith was right. Before being brought to the Weyr, Ch'es had never had the opportunity to simply stop paying attention to what was going on around him. On his own, danger could lurk behind every bush in Lemos. But here, there were so many eyes, so many barriers keeping them safe. He simply took advantage of not having to waste energy when he didn't need to.
Pardrith tilted his head with confusion but translated to the other boy word-for-word what Ch'es suggested.If you mix camphor with eucalyptus oil and peppermint oil, rub it on your top lip and the smell won't bother you so much. Knowing quite well that his boy considered himself uneducated, the dragonet was interested to know how he'd come to that conclusion.
My dad taught me when I was little. We would gather laurel branches and someone in town would roast them and gather camphor from them. I can't remember how it all worked, but we would get some of the camphor in return.
Pardrith shared his boy's answer with M'kos while Ch'es wondered if Sironar would be able to source some of the ingredients on his hikes. He'd have to send Chirp with a letter to him asking.
You make me sound so brainless, Ch'es complained with a frown.
It rankled to realize Pardrith was right. Before being brought to the Weyr, Ch'es had never had the opportunity to simply stop paying attention to what was going on around him. On his own, danger could lurk behind every bush in Lemos. But here, there were so many eyes, so many barriers keeping them safe. He simply took advantage of not having to waste energy when he didn't need to.
Pardrith tilted his head with confusion but translated to the other boy word-for-word what Ch'es suggested.
My dad taught me when I was little. We would gather laurel branches and someone in town would roast them and gather camphor from them. I can't remember how it all worked, but we would get some of the camphor in return.
Pardrith shared his boy's answer with M'kos while Ch'es wondered if Sironar would be able to source some of the ingredients on his hikes. He'd have to send Chirp with a letter to him asking.