20.Oct.18, 04:58 AM
Narinoa did his best to guide people to safety when he saw the rampage begin. Some of the men around him believed the gold dragonet would stay at the girls and they didn’t seem to care that maybe they should help them, only that they would be safe. He had a moment of thinking ‘serves you right’ when she came towards their group, swatting at some and causing others to hurt each other in their blind panic to get away. Instead of being petty and ignoring them, he helped one man to his feet and set about encouraging others to get their ass in gear, whether verbally or with a shove. It eventually worked and he stood off to the side, watching what would happen next when it suddenly ended.
He hunched over, hands resting on his knees as he took a moment to compose himself. He had been through Ista’s devastating Hatching but this one was worse. More casualties, more panic, just more. How had he escaped even a scratch or a bruise both times? Narinoa felt his luck was going to run out sometime and he feared that day. That idea coupled with the adrenaline still pumping through him left him completely jacked and in need of a release. Sex, he needed sex. Something where he could let himself go and get rid of the tension and fear milling about in his head. He wondered if Casa would be down to hook up with a Candidate later but he knew some other Candidates that might be interested, especially if they were feeling like he was.
But he couldn’t think about that yet. People still needed help and there were still eggs left to hatch. He stared at them a moment when T’ryn’s voice caught his attention. He did still want to Stand, of course, but he also wondered if the new Weyrlings were okay. What if the chaos upset them and they accidentally hurt themselves or each other? The Healers would be busy with the human injuries, but Narinoa could help with dragon injuries and basic first aid on their partners. He gave the eggs another glance and then jogged off to where the Weyrlings had been gathered and found one of the assistants.
“I’m a Junior Journeyman in Beastcraft. Anything I can do to help?”
He hunched over, hands resting on his knees as he took a moment to compose himself. He had been through Ista’s devastating Hatching but this one was worse. More casualties, more panic, just more. How had he escaped even a scratch or a bruise both times? Narinoa felt his luck was going to run out sometime and he feared that day. That idea coupled with the adrenaline still pumping through him left him completely jacked and in need of a release. Sex, he needed sex. Something where he could let himself go and get rid of the tension and fear milling about in his head. He wondered if Casa would be down to hook up with a Candidate later but he knew some other Candidates that might be interested, especially if they were feeling like he was.
But he couldn’t think about that yet. People still needed help and there were still eggs left to hatch. He stared at them a moment when T’ryn’s voice caught his attention. He did still want to Stand, of course, but he also wondered if the new Weyrlings were okay. What if the chaos upset them and they accidentally hurt themselves or each other? The Healers would be busy with the human injuries, but Narinoa could help with dragon injuries and basic first aid on their partners. He gave the eggs another glance and then jogged off to where the Weyrlings had been gathered and found one of the assistants.
“I’m a Junior Journeyman in Beastcraft. Anything I can do to help?”