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16.Aug.19, 11:24 PM
Narinoa was thankful to those that tried to calm down Sariel and Beckitt. He didn’t want to see anyone attacked by a dragon nor did he want them to be banned or punished for disobeying any rules. He knew their intentions were good and he wished they could do something as well but his training told him it was a fool’s errand. Even the two that had survived so far were in bad shape and he wasn’t sure they would make it through the night, though he hoped they did. He also knew it was possible for them to defy all the odds and pull through but it wouldn’t be easy.
Thallyath’s anger pierced through his distracted hoping and he jumped and stepped back as well. He hadn’t faced her wrath directly at the Touching thanks to his vomiting outside the grounds but he had still heard it and that had been more than enough for him. Seeing it now had him ready to piss himself. Thankfully his body was more in control than his brain at the moment and he clung to Beckitt when the man also stepped back and reached out for some support.
It didn’t last long as another egg cracked, calming the gold and his nerves. In a way, the Hatching was fascinating to his crafter side. He hated seeing any creature in such a state but he wanted to delve in further to learn about why it happened and to help nurse the dear little ones back to health. No doubt they would haunt his nightmares he already had, but that surprisingly didn’t deter him. Still, that didn’t mean he wanted to Impress to one of them and have their suffering directly throbbing in his head.
He also didn’t want it to happen to anymore friends but as Beckitt said something he missed and pulled away from him, Narinoa knew he was about to watch someone else Impress. At least this blue seemed about as strong as his brother and was able to walk a bit. That green, however, scared him. They all scared him but he didn’t get a chance to reflect further on that as he caught sight of someone kicking an egg. Did they have a death wish? Surprisingly Thallyath didn’t suddenly devour the idiot but she made a nice show of it as Narinoa took yet another step back.
Until he saw Sariel surging forward. What was with everyone being reckless? He swore under his breath until he saw that she wasn’t going after the egg but the content that spilled out. He saw right away that it was unmoving but hadn’t they all thought that about the green minutes before that ended up Impressing? “Fuck me,” Narinoa didn’t know why, but he pushed through the ring of Candidates as well and crouched down beside Sariel. He didn’t do his own check; she was the Healer after all and would know vitals better than he would.
Instead, he let her try to compose herself before he wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her away from the remnants of the Hatching. “I know you did. You have a good heart, Sariel,” he whispered as he walked them just past the lingering Candidates, intent on using them as a wall to help block out the horrible view of dead dragonets.
He pulled Sariel in for a hug, hoping she wouldn’t mind. He didn’t know her that well but she was kind and eager to learn and help and he wanted to repay that with his own kindness and help her through her emotions he had seen warring on her face. “Go ahead and cry if you need to. No one will judge you for it and I don’t mind. It’s an ugly robe anyway, go ahead and use it as you need.” He tried for a lighter mood by joking around a bit but that was all he could manage.
Thallyath’s anger pierced through his distracted hoping and he jumped and stepped back as well. He hadn’t faced her wrath directly at the Touching thanks to his vomiting outside the grounds but he had still heard it and that had been more than enough for him. Seeing it now had him ready to piss himself. Thankfully his body was more in control than his brain at the moment and he clung to Beckitt when the man also stepped back and reached out for some support.
It didn’t last long as another egg cracked, calming the gold and his nerves. In a way, the Hatching was fascinating to his crafter side. He hated seeing any creature in such a state but he wanted to delve in further to learn about why it happened and to help nurse the dear little ones back to health. No doubt they would haunt his nightmares he already had, but that surprisingly didn’t deter him. Still, that didn’t mean he wanted to Impress to one of them and have their suffering directly throbbing in his head.
He also didn’t want it to happen to anymore friends but as Beckitt said something he missed and pulled away from him, Narinoa knew he was about to watch someone else Impress. At least this blue seemed about as strong as his brother and was able to walk a bit. That green, however, scared him. They all scared him but he didn’t get a chance to reflect further on that as he caught sight of someone kicking an egg. Did they have a death wish? Surprisingly Thallyath didn’t suddenly devour the idiot but she made a nice show of it as Narinoa took yet another step back.
Until he saw Sariel surging forward. What was with everyone being reckless? He swore under his breath until he saw that she wasn’t going after the egg but the content that spilled out. He saw right away that it was unmoving but hadn’t they all thought that about the green minutes before that ended up Impressing? “Fuck me,” Narinoa didn’t know why, but he pushed through the ring of Candidates as well and crouched down beside Sariel. He didn’t do his own check; she was the Healer after all and would know vitals better than he would.
Instead, he let her try to compose herself before he wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her away from the remnants of the Hatching. “I know you did. You have a good heart, Sariel,” he whispered as he walked them just past the lingering Candidates, intent on using them as a wall to help block out the horrible view of dead dragonets.
He pulled Sariel in for a hug, hoping she wouldn’t mind. He didn’t know her that well but she was kind and eager to learn and help and he wanted to repay that with his own kindness and help her through her emotions he had seen warring on her face. “Go ahead and cry if you need to. No one will judge you for it and I don’t mind. It’s an ugly robe anyway, go ahead and use it as you need.” He tried for a lighter mood by joking around a bit but that was all he could manage.
