Whistle while you work! {Kyril!!}

It had taken her a while but she had finally heard the truth. She didn’t know why Dhanuth had kept it from her. Xiro hadn’t even told her just let her keep talking about how they could have a puppet show and teach him how to make them. Osro was dead and she hadn’t even known for ages. It had been about two sevendays since she had been told by Dhanuth that her little friend was dead… And she was getting better but it was tough to do her chores. Even now, she sat there staring instead of doing. Fel felt a weight on her shoulder and looked down to see Dhanuth’s eyes staring up at her sadly.

She knew he felt bad for keeping things from her but also, from their bond, knew why he had done it. Petting his eye ridges she tried to smile at least allowing some of her characteristic cheer to return. There was still the problem of the chores though. Her leg was better, if stiff and still sore, but she was finding it difficult to walk around. Dhanuth acted as a crutch most of the time but it was difficult when she had to go into the Lower Caverns. Thankfully, she was outside today.

Shivering against the cold, Fel made her slow way down to the Weyrbowl, Dhanuth following close by with his nose close to her back as though readying himself for when she would slip in the snow and fall. To be sure, she probably was in danger of falling over…

Sit. We will wait a while, then we will start again.
Sit in the snow?
… On me perhaps.
… Well all right then…

Fel laboriously climbed onto Dhanuth and sat there for a short while. He was so large now. Dhanuth dropped his belly to the ground and lay there, head also on the ground. Fel had always found this a rather strange characteristic in Dhanuth… Well, who was she to judge. The pair of them sat rather happily in the middle of the Weyrbowl, observing the movements of people around them.