
Vira was carefully wiping her cheek against her shoulder, wincing at the sting that it caused, when Addy hollered back up at her. "Huh?" She looked down over her other shoulder to the woman. It hadn't occurred to her that Addy was actually someone familiar, not in the least bit! In all liklihood, the two had probably passed one another countless times up in the aeries, and may have even met two or so years ago. "You're a healer? Well then!" Vira grinned good naturedly and then canted her head some at the trilling call.
The reappearance of the owl and its actions that followed were a welcome surprise, his training shining in the simple grab and offering of cloth. "Oh, you didn't have to do that, it's okay, really!" But Vira grabbed the scrap out of the air before it could fall out of reach and gingerly wiped the scrape clean, tucking the fabric into the neck of her own torso wrap in case she needed to wipe the blood again. "Thanks, though!"
"I still need to set two more braces and then you can start up. I'll walk you through grips from here." Vira was far from perfect when it came to climbing, but it was a skill she needed because of her caste job. If one of the hatchlings got a little too bold before their wings could hold them, or if a mama bird dropped something to a spot she couldn't quite reach, it was Vira's job to retrieve it. Mountaineering was as much a necessity, therefore, as birdkeeping and falconry. The Chiet's only real frustration with that came that she lacked the proper supplies still. She was hoping to be able to afford to purchase a complete set at market some time, but the cost was too much right now and Vira didn't have that much free time. What she was able to obtain tended to go into studying and private training (like that morning consisted of).
Vira swung out again after telling Addy to get ready and got her grip secured better this time. She set the next hook, threaded the line, and climbed carefully up a crack in the rockface to a small ledge, just wide enough for her to brace her feet on without risk of toppling (unless a bad wind came through).
"Alright, Addy, you ready?" the teen waited for confirmation. "Do like I did now. Look for the best grip within arms reach but as high as you can find. Mark it and use the dirt beneath your feet to give your hands some traction. Just rub it between your fingers and palms. Then, grab the point you saw and use the opposite foot to pull yourself up. I can weight the line so you don't fall either, but you'll be free climbing most of the way. Keep doing that, following the lines to each hook until you get to this ledge. Use the balls of your feet and make certain you're sure of your grip before moving ahead. You're smaller than me, but that doesn't mean much. Go when you're ready!"
The reappearance of the owl and its actions that followed were a welcome surprise, his training shining in the simple grab and offering of cloth. "Oh, you didn't have to do that, it's okay, really!" But Vira grabbed the scrap out of the air before it could fall out of reach and gingerly wiped the scrape clean, tucking the fabric into the neck of her own torso wrap in case she needed to wipe the blood again. "Thanks, though!"
"I still need to set two more braces and then you can start up. I'll walk you through grips from here." Vira was far from perfect when it came to climbing, but it was a skill she needed because of her caste job. If one of the hatchlings got a little too bold before their wings could hold them, or if a mama bird dropped something to a spot she couldn't quite reach, it was Vira's job to retrieve it. Mountaineering was as much a necessity, therefore, as birdkeeping and falconry. The Chiet's only real frustration with that came that she lacked the proper supplies still. She was hoping to be able to afford to purchase a complete set at market some time, but the cost was too much right now and Vira didn't have that much free time. What she was able to obtain tended to go into studying and private training (like that morning consisted of).
Vira swung out again after telling Addy to get ready and got her grip secured better this time. She set the next hook, threaded the line, and climbed carefully up a crack in the rockface to a small ledge, just wide enough for her to brace her feet on without risk of toppling (unless a bad wind came through).
"Alright, Addy, you ready?" the teen waited for confirmation. "Do like I did now. Look for the best grip within arms reach but as high as you can find. Mark it and use the dirt beneath your feet to give your hands some traction. Just rub it between your fingers and palms. Then, grab the point you saw and use the opposite foot to pull yourself up. I can weight the line so you don't fall either, but you'll be free climbing most of the way. Keep doing that, following the lines to each hook until you get to this ledge. Use the balls of your feet and make certain you're sure of your grip before moving ahead. You're smaller than me, but that doesn't mean much. Go when you're ready!"