Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
08.Aug.19, 05:22 AM
Narinoa was ashamed to admit he threw up when he was told the Hatching was starting. Thankfully it wasn't right there on someone's shoes but he did feel his stomach drop and dashed to the nearest bucket where he huddled over it and lost his lunch. He gave weak smiles as some teased him but he barely registered the words, focused too much on what was coming up and what might happen.
He had been suffering nightmares since the mauling at Ista's infamous Hatching and then the one at Fort only made them worse. So many people had been mauled or died around him and he was expected to continue Standing there egg after egg, Hatching after Hatching. It was getting harder to do so and he only found a full night's rest when he went to Casa for some of her special brew. That stuff was glorious. He already loved sex and the drug heightened the sensations and then left him crashing into a dreamless sleep even with only a small dose that lasted a couple of hours.
He went through the motions of changing and pulling his hair back as he focused on his breathing and reminding himself that there were only six eggs and while the ones he touched hadn't been the most pleasant of experiences, that was all in his head. How much damage could six dragonets do? What were the chances one would even want him?
Besides, no matter how afraid he was, the compassion and love he had for animals was stronger. How many times had he been thrown from a horse when he lived on the farm but convinced himself to try again? He did so because he didn't blame the horse for reacting naturally to being startled and he couldn't really blame the dragonets for being afraid, alone, and miserable when they were shut off from everything, including their mother's love. Narinoa was convinced that Thallyath didn't want to kill the Candidates that day of the Touching but her clutch. She knew something was wrong with them and that worried him a bit but he still wanted to be there to encourage the little feisty ones.
That mental talk helped settle his stomach, as did the fresh air on the walk to the Sands where he saw a good group of people already there. He wasn't surprised by how small the class had become but he was surprised by the spectators arriving. Part of him wondered how many were there in actual support and how many were there for a show and a chance to yell 'told you so' when things went wrong.
He spotted Casa with her dragon and his heart ached further. The dragonets weren't the only ones suffering; the parents of the clutch and their riders were as well. He didn't know Nerreh that well and only knew Casa in the bedroom--though they did talk about horses and what it was like raising them once which had been fun--but none of them deserved the pain they felt and the hatred they received because dragons did what was natural to them.
So he did what was natural to him in that moment and walked over to an empty spot around the eggs. He was still nervous and even scared about what could come from the eggs, but his optimism still survived enough to leave him hoping everything turned out fine and he even found a smile when anyone glanced in his direction.
He had been suffering nightmares since the mauling at Ista's infamous Hatching and then the one at Fort only made them worse. So many people had been mauled or died around him and he was expected to continue Standing there egg after egg, Hatching after Hatching. It was getting harder to do so and he only found a full night's rest when he went to Casa for some of her special brew. That stuff was glorious. He already loved sex and the drug heightened the sensations and then left him crashing into a dreamless sleep even with only a small dose that lasted a couple of hours.
He went through the motions of changing and pulling his hair back as he focused on his breathing and reminding himself that there were only six eggs and while the ones he touched hadn't been the most pleasant of experiences, that was all in his head. How much damage could six dragonets do? What were the chances one would even want him?
Besides, no matter how afraid he was, the compassion and love he had for animals was stronger. How many times had he been thrown from a horse when he lived on the farm but convinced himself to try again? He did so because he didn't blame the horse for reacting naturally to being startled and he couldn't really blame the dragonets for being afraid, alone, and miserable when they were shut off from everything, including their mother's love. Narinoa was convinced that Thallyath didn't want to kill the Candidates that day of the Touching but her clutch. She knew something was wrong with them and that worried him a bit but he still wanted to be there to encourage the little feisty ones.
That mental talk helped settle his stomach, as did the fresh air on the walk to the Sands where he saw a good group of people already there. He wasn't surprised by how small the class had become but he was surprised by the spectators arriving. Part of him wondered how many were there in actual support and how many were there for a show and a chance to yell 'told you so' when things went wrong.
He spotted Casa with her dragon and his heart ached further. The dragonets weren't the only ones suffering; the parents of the clutch and their riders were as well. He didn't know Nerreh that well and only knew Casa in the bedroom--though they did talk about horses and what it was like raising them once which had been fun--but none of them deserved the pain they felt and the hatred they received because dragons did what was natural to them.
So he did what was natural to him in that moment and walked over to an empty spot around the eggs. He was still nervous and even scared about what could come from the eggs, but his optimism still survived enough to leave him hoping everything turned out fine and he even found a smile when anyone glanced in his direction.
