13.Oct.19, 07:36 AM
Narinoa winced as soon as he saw the hand connect with the shoulder. He didn’t get a chance to stop it or distract everyone from it before Dyoricath was screeching. Son of a bitch! He was never going to get used to that sound and every time it happened, he wondered if they could sedate the blue and remove his vocal chords because holy shit that was loud and obnoxious. But it wasn’t directed at him this time and that was at least something to celebrate.
Standing up from the crouch he had been holding after the examination, Narinoa looped his arm through L’gan’s and gave him a slight tug. “You know it’s better to just walk away when he’s like this,” he softly reminded, though even with all the noise he was making Dyoricath would still hear the soft tones. But he wasn’t trying to avoid the keen ears so much as gently guide the Healer away without making more of a scene. At least they had finished the check-up this time. Some days a ten minute check took four hours as they waited for Dyoricath to calm down again and let them in the room.
Narinoa didn’t say any parting words to anyone on the ledge as he quietly relocated them through the door and into the main room. It was a tad quieter with the wall buffering the noise but they all knew from experience you had to walk a few weyrs away before Dyoricath was no longer heard. “Let’s check Zezeth and then head to your borrowed room for that promised massage.” Now that they weren’t in sight of any of the weyrlings, Narinoa snuck in some heavy handed flirting as his arm moved to loop around L’gan’s waist and pull them close together. “We could work off some steam and rebuild some focus before we do another round in a couple of hours.” Given how well the weyrlings were doing and how close L’gan’s current weyr was, they could easily slip out for a bit and still be back in record time if an emergency happened, but Narinoa was confident they were in for a quiet day—at least until their clothes came off and quiet was never a guarantee.
Standing up from the crouch he had been holding after the examination, Narinoa looped his arm through L’gan’s and gave him a slight tug. “You know it’s better to just walk away when he’s like this,” he softly reminded, though even with all the noise he was making Dyoricath would still hear the soft tones. But he wasn’t trying to avoid the keen ears so much as gently guide the Healer away without making more of a scene. At least they had finished the check-up this time. Some days a ten minute check took four hours as they waited for Dyoricath to calm down again and let them in the room.
Narinoa didn’t say any parting words to anyone on the ledge as he quietly relocated them through the door and into the main room. It was a tad quieter with the wall buffering the noise but they all knew from experience you had to walk a few weyrs away before Dyoricath was no longer heard. “Let’s check Zezeth and then head to your borrowed room for that promised massage.” Now that they weren’t in sight of any of the weyrlings, Narinoa snuck in some heavy handed flirting as his arm moved to loop around L’gan’s waist and pull them close together. “We could work off some steam and rebuild some focus before we do another round in a couple of hours.” Given how well the weyrlings were doing and how close L’gan’s current weyr was, they could easily slip out for a bit and still be back in record time if an emergency happened, but Narinoa was confident they were in for a quiet day—at least until their clothes came off and quiet was never a guarantee.