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13.Oct.18, 07:00 AM
Narinoa was already in the bath when word came that the Hatching was about to begin. He hadn’t frantically scrambled out of the water like a few others had done, but instead continued to soak, enjoying the hot water and the quickly falling silence in the room. It didn’t last long, though, as some of the men that had fled came back with others, telling him Venseth had ordered everyone to bathe and eat and be back in an hour. He had nodded, having already figured out from past Hatchings that that there was never really a need to rush. He had heard tales that some in the past were quick, but he wondered if they had just called everyone together later than usual because they had watched the rate of the eggs wobbling. He specialised in horses but he had learned a bit about other animals when he was training and that seemed like a possibly strong theory to go with based on what he knew from animals that laid eggs.
He chatted amiably with the men around him until he started to feel his fingers turning into prunes and excused himself, emerging from the water with little shame before towelling off before the group. He was used to public nudity now –and public sex thanks to Casa’s camping trip—and while he tried his best not to smile or laugh when he saw a couple of the newly Searched boys look away, it didn’t bother Narinoa one way or the other if someone was enjoying the view or not.
Once he was changed into his robe that always made him feel like a sack of potatoes, Narinoa ventured to see what was left from dinner to grab another quick bite. He had eaten a couple of hours earlier but liked the suggestion of getting food while they had time since Hatchings could take hours. He only ended up snagging a piece of dessert and some fruit, but that was more than enough for the time being. No doubt he’d be hungry again by the time they were set free from the Sands, but he’d survive until then, and would likely crash right into bed if this Hatching was as emotionally all over the place as some of the previous ones.
He fell in with a group of boys that were heading to the Sands and still Narinoa chatted with an ease that belied the nerves starting to jump around in his belly. He knew he didn’t worry as much as some, especially the sons of dragonriders –would they Impress? Would they Impress the right colour to make dad proud?—but there was always a bit of a fear that a dragonet might not make it, and of course that someone could end up hurt. But it was always more exciting than anything else to him. The bond seemed so special, personal. He wanted to experience it, though he supposed he had on a smaller scale with Pip –who wasn’t happy at being banished to the Stands again, but knew the drill by now—but to have that bond and another sharing his head space? Remarkable!
Narinoa greeted other Candidates he was friendly with as he entered the Sands and waved at the ladies waiting off to the side, disappointed they couldn’t stand together, but understanding it all the same. He really didn’t have a strong stance on women riders and simply accepted the ruling of each Weyr. Still, a small chaotic side of his hoped a girl Impressed a green just to see the reactions it caused.
He chatted amiably with the men around him until he started to feel his fingers turning into prunes and excused himself, emerging from the water with little shame before towelling off before the group. He was used to public nudity now –and public sex thanks to Casa’s camping trip—and while he tried his best not to smile or laugh when he saw a couple of the newly Searched boys look away, it didn’t bother Narinoa one way or the other if someone was enjoying the view or not.
Once he was changed into his robe that always made him feel like a sack of potatoes, Narinoa ventured to see what was left from dinner to grab another quick bite. He had eaten a couple of hours earlier but liked the suggestion of getting food while they had time since Hatchings could take hours. He only ended up snagging a piece of dessert and some fruit, but that was more than enough for the time being. No doubt he’d be hungry again by the time they were set free from the Sands, but he’d survive until then, and would likely crash right into bed if this Hatching was as emotionally all over the place as some of the previous ones.
He fell in with a group of boys that were heading to the Sands and still Narinoa chatted with an ease that belied the nerves starting to jump around in his belly. He knew he didn’t worry as much as some, especially the sons of dragonriders –would they Impress? Would they Impress the right colour to make dad proud?—but there was always a bit of a fear that a dragonet might not make it, and of course that someone could end up hurt. But it was always more exciting than anything else to him. The bond seemed so special, personal. He wanted to experience it, though he supposed he had on a smaller scale with Pip –who wasn’t happy at being banished to the Stands again, but knew the drill by now—but to have that bond and another sharing his head space? Remarkable!
Narinoa greeted other Candidates he was friendly with as he entered the Sands and waved at the ladies waiting off to the side, disappointed they couldn’t stand together, but understanding it all the same. He really didn’t have a strong stance on women riders and simply accepted the ruling of each Weyr. Still, a small chaotic side of his hoped a girl Impressed a green just to see the reactions it caused.
