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26.Jul.19, 12:31 AM
Narinoa had been Searched almost exactly two turns ago and he still felt a bit out of his element every time a Hatching came around. He still didn't think he was worthy of such a majestic beast but a dragon thought he was so he continued to Stand each time another Hatching rolled around...and continued to have nightmares thanks to the shit that happened at each one. It seemed like he was the only one affected by the deaths and maulings given how others seemed to move on almost immediately. And there he was having constant nightmares and losing sleep until Casa's sex klah worked his body up enough that he could enjoy some great sex before crashing hard into a dreamless sleep. Unfortunately with the Hatching drawing nearer, Narinoa had cut back on how often he was taking the shit to help clear his head for the next round of trauma in case he actually Impressed.
Not that it seemed likely, as the six eggs coming into view reminded him. He did feel bad for Casa, knowing she had to have taken some shit for the Flight and now the small clutch, though maybe that Nerreh guy was taking more of the blame. Either way, he decided to Stand to show Casa some silent support and continue trying for the dragon.
After the usual spiel of what to do and not do, Narinoa glanced once more across the Sands to where a rather angry-looking Thallyath sat watching them. No pressure there, right? Sighing, he approached the last egg that currently didn't have anyone already at it, took a deep breath, and set his hand against the shell.
And immediately was blasted with the sound of nails on a chalkboard that both startled him and hurt his head so much that Narinoa stumbled away from the egg, falling backward onto the ground. He scrambled a bit further back, putting more distance between him and the shrieking he swore he could still hear as his ears rang with the sound. One hand held his head as the other waved away people he barely saw coming toward him. No doubt they were shouting in concern for him, but Narinoa couldn't hear a word of it as both hands now rubbed at his temples as he felt a migraine coming on.
What the fuck was wrong with that dragonet? Was it just screeching for the world to hear or did it hate him that much that it wanted to cause him pain on any level? What if the beast knew who he was when he cracked shell and came running full speed at him to finish the job he had started while still in hiding? That was a terrifying thought but from what his ringing head could currently remember of tales from other Candidates, it didn't seem like dragonets recalled the minds they had brushed before Hatching.
With that thought in mind and after a few minutes of all but rocking himself back and forth on the hot Sands, Narinoa got to his feet, stumbling a bit as he moved on to another egg. Fuck it, maybe this one would be better for him.
At first--nothing. Narinoa managed a frown before he was hit with such a deep hatred for everything he was. The dragonet couldn't stand a single thing about him from the way he was made up--red blood, what even was that about?--to his height and boring eyes that couldn't even change colour. And don't even get it started on what was inside.
Narinoa froze, unable to pull his hand away as the dragonet found every little detail about him and what he hoped for and wanted. Was he really kidding himself? The dragonet pointed out every flaw he had, including being a holder and not born into the dragonrider life, and what was with the obsession with some drug? Did he really need to have that to keep him going? Worthless and pathetic!
Narinoa gasped, realising he hadn't taken a breath the entire time the dragonet insulted him, tore him down, and promised him all the pain in the world for being the scum of the world that he was. He forced himself to pull away as the promises continued and immediately stopped as the connection broke--at least in the form of the dragonet's doing. Narinoa was now left with his own voice in his head coming up with all the horrible things he was and did and how he wouldn't amount to anything. He was crying, his head was pounding, and he wanted to get away from those eggs as quickly as possible.
Without speaking, Narinoa blew right past the Weyrlingmaster in his attempt to flee. He made it just outside the entrance to the Sands before he fell to his knees and threw up.
Not that it seemed likely, as the six eggs coming into view reminded him. He did feel bad for Casa, knowing she had to have taken some shit for the Flight and now the small clutch, though maybe that Nerreh guy was taking more of the blame. Either way, he decided to Stand to show Casa some silent support and continue trying for the dragon.
After the usual spiel of what to do and not do, Narinoa glanced once more across the Sands to where a rather angry-looking Thallyath sat watching them. No pressure there, right? Sighing, he approached the last egg that currently didn't have anyone already at it, took a deep breath, and set his hand against the shell.
And immediately was blasted with the sound of nails on a chalkboard that both startled him and hurt his head so much that Narinoa stumbled away from the egg, falling backward onto the ground. He scrambled a bit further back, putting more distance between him and the shrieking he swore he could still hear as his ears rang with the sound. One hand held his head as the other waved away people he barely saw coming toward him. No doubt they were shouting in concern for him, but Narinoa couldn't hear a word of it as both hands now rubbed at his temples as he felt a migraine coming on.
What the fuck was wrong with that dragonet? Was it just screeching for the world to hear or did it hate him that much that it wanted to cause him pain on any level? What if the beast knew who he was when he cracked shell and came running full speed at him to finish the job he had started while still in hiding? That was a terrifying thought but from what his ringing head could currently remember of tales from other Candidates, it didn't seem like dragonets recalled the minds they had brushed before Hatching.
With that thought in mind and after a few minutes of all but rocking himself back and forth on the hot Sands, Narinoa got to his feet, stumbling a bit as he moved on to another egg. Fuck it, maybe this one would be better for him.
At first--nothing. Narinoa managed a frown before he was hit with such a deep hatred for everything he was. The dragonet couldn't stand a single thing about him from the way he was made up--red blood, what even was that about?--to his height and boring eyes that couldn't even change colour. And don't even get it started on what was inside.
Narinoa froze, unable to pull his hand away as the dragonet found every little detail about him and what he hoped for and wanted. Was he really kidding himself? The dragonet pointed out every flaw he had, including being a holder and not born into the dragonrider life, and what was with the obsession with some drug? Did he really need to have that to keep him going? Worthless and pathetic!
Narinoa gasped, realising he hadn't taken a breath the entire time the dragonet insulted him, tore him down, and promised him all the pain in the world for being the scum of the world that he was. He forced himself to pull away as the promises continued and immediately stopped as the connection broke--at least in the form of the dragonet's doing. Narinoa was now left with his own voice in his head coming up with all the horrible things he was and did and how he wouldn't amount to anything. He was crying, his head was pounding, and he wanted to get away from those eggs as quickly as possible.
Without speaking, Narinoa blew right past the Weyrlingmaster in his attempt to flee. He made it just outside the entrance to the Sands before he fell to his knees and threw up.
