15.Aug.19, 01:32 AM
Narinoa didn't envy Misharan for Impressing. It would take a lot of work to keep that dragonet alive, though the feeling when he succeeded would be indescribable, something he knew from personal experience--though not with a dragon. A part of him did want to go over and lend a hand with what animal healing he knew but he wasn't sure if what he knew about horses would translate to dragons. Perhaps one day he'd look into it as he continued watching everyone fuss about the frail blue.
He sighed and turned his attention to the rocking egg that had fallen still thanks to Beckitt's question. "Yeah, sometimes," he answered honestly but his confidence level wasn't very high at the moment. Narinoa hoped this one would survive as well but it wasn't looking good, even when the little green finally made her presence known. He wasn't surprised when she also died, but it didn't hurt any less to see it happen.
Narinoa reached out to put a comforting arm around Beckitt but stopped. The other Candidate was too riled up for such things, his emotions bouncing all over the place and leaving him unpredictable. Instead, he pointed out the harsh truth of the situation in a soft but firm tone. "There's nothing we can do. They were poorly bred, leaving them malnourished among other things. Even if you go and crack the egg open for them, it won't do much more than delay the inevitable."
If Faxxonth was one of the family's horses, he would have either been put down or kept from breeding any longer. It was clear his genes weren't right for producing anything resembling normal let alone superior. Narinoa had felt pity for Nerreh at first but now was started to resent him for not controlling his dragon better. Then again, maybe there really was something wrong with Faxxonth since the apparent blue never corrected everyone's stance on him being green so he had been raised and trained poorly.
"We need to worry more about the one that did Impress and keep him alive for Misharan's sake." It was a hard and cold truth but it had to be said aloud. Maybe if the blue died within a few days the bond wouldn't be too strong and it wouldn't destroy Misharan's mind, but Narinoa didn't know the ins and outs of such things. The best option was to ensure that dragonet lived a long and happy life. He'd help if he could, offering suggestions from his beastcraft training but they never covered dragons. He was likely in the same boat as the Healers, going off what they knew in their respective fields and trying to adapt it to a dragon. But he'd wait until the flurry of activity died down a bit before approaching the Weyrlingmaster.
Besides, there were still two more eggs, though one seemed to be a dud with the way it hadn't moved and was set aside. There was a chance another dragonet might bond and his extra set of hands might be needed.
He wasn't sure if he hoped that happened or not. Poor dragonets and humans alike.
He sighed and turned his attention to the rocking egg that had fallen still thanks to Beckitt's question. "Yeah, sometimes," he answered honestly but his confidence level wasn't very high at the moment. Narinoa hoped this one would survive as well but it wasn't looking good, even when the little green finally made her presence known. He wasn't surprised when she also died, but it didn't hurt any less to see it happen.
Narinoa reached out to put a comforting arm around Beckitt but stopped. The other Candidate was too riled up for such things, his emotions bouncing all over the place and leaving him unpredictable. Instead, he pointed out the harsh truth of the situation in a soft but firm tone. "There's nothing we can do. They were poorly bred, leaving them malnourished among other things. Even if you go and crack the egg open for them, it won't do much more than delay the inevitable."
If Faxxonth was one of the family's horses, he would have either been put down or kept from breeding any longer. It was clear his genes weren't right for producing anything resembling normal let alone superior. Narinoa had felt pity for Nerreh at first but now was started to resent him for not controlling his dragon better. Then again, maybe there really was something wrong with Faxxonth since the apparent blue never corrected everyone's stance on him being green so he had been raised and trained poorly.
"We need to worry more about the one that did Impress and keep him alive for Misharan's sake." It was a hard and cold truth but it had to be said aloud. Maybe if the blue died within a few days the bond wouldn't be too strong and it wouldn't destroy Misharan's mind, but Narinoa didn't know the ins and outs of such things. The best option was to ensure that dragonet lived a long and happy life. He'd help if he could, offering suggestions from his beastcraft training but they never covered dragons. He was likely in the same boat as the Healers, going off what they knew in their respective fields and trying to adapt it to a dragon. But he'd wait until the flurry of activity died down a bit before approaching the Weyrlingmaster.
Besides, there were still two more eggs, though one seemed to be a dud with the way it hadn't moved and was set aside. There was a chance another dragonet might bond and his extra set of hands might be needed.
He wasn't sure if he hoped that happened or not. Poor dragonets and humans alike.