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[Kite]

V'renn of brown Dioyenth
Early Fall 2772, post threadfall
Response to Threadfall Injuries
"V'renn nicks his right hand with a round knife while working on a herdbeast hide (Mild)".

V'renn was grumpy. Annoyed with the world and grouchy.

Or really, he was annoyed with himself. Annoyed at his own carelessness and grumbling about the ache in his hand. It wasn't a bad cut, would heal well enough in a few days, but the healer had told him to rest it and try not to stretch the wound for a few days.

Instructions which he was trying to follow, but the wound was in an awkward spot and hurt when he moved it in the wrong way - which seemed like whenever he moved it in any way.

He'd tried working, discomfort.

He'd tried bathing Dioyenth, discomfort (which had meant an awkward left handed bathing session).

He'd even found it uncomfortable while trying to play a simple game of cards.

He honestly hadn't realised how much he used his hands for well... everything.

Dioyenth had already taken himself off, found himself a spot on the rim in order to be out of the way of his rider's ill temper, but the firelizards - well, they hadn't.

Which was also not improving V'renn's mood. The pair were doing nothing they wouldn't normally do, but the things they were doing that would normally elicit amusement from him (or at least, a bemused resignation), were today serving to irritate him... enough that after they dragged another sock out of the basket and dragged it across the room, V'renn snapped. Growling at the pair of them before throwing a balled up shirt in their direction.

"Can you two just not, for five minutes!"

Honestly.

As the pair of them turned to look at him, before simultaneously launching into the air and blinking between at his raised voice, V'renn sighed, guilt simmering briefly, before he winced as the motion of running a hand through his hair, and his anger flared again.

Faranth.