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08.Sep.19, 09:37 AM
Narinoa hummed as he made his way back to the weyrlings after having some lunch followed by an apple for dessert to help offset all of the cookies C’dhin kept bringing everyone. That man was far too good at his craft and Narinoa worried he was eating way too many sweets lately. He knew some of the others he saw daily were putting on a little weight already and it had only been a month. When he saw that happening, his own fitness routine was increased—with his favourite physical activity of sex getting the biggest boost in time.
He’d had the morning off, free to sleep in or help out somewhere else if he desired, but he’d been rostered with his Healer buddy to hang out with the weyrlings for the afternoon. Even a month into the routine of helping out, Narinoa didn’t regret badgering the Masterhealer, the Weyrleader, and the Weyrlingmaster despite the early days having some scares. He felt useful again, something that had been lacking since being Searched. The fact that he hadn’t Impressed yet weighed on his mind regularly, making him feel even more useless. Searched for a dragon and he couldn’t even do that. At least now his training had purpose and he’d been paired up with a Healer that not only knew his craft but was easy to be around and easy on the eyes.
He let himself into the weyr, greeting those milling about and checking in on the status of the class. Nothing exciting—a good thing—happened in his time away from the group and Narinoa didn’t expect anything to while he was there either. From his beastcrafting standpoint, all three dragons were progressing nicely. Some a little slower than others in varying areas but nothing he would have been too concerned about if they had been a horse at the farm. He was confident they would all live, but their size, strength, and agility would all be put to the test in the coming months. But currently, he was pleased.
L’gan didn’t seem to be there yet, a shock to be honest. Narinoa was convinced the greenrider lived there with how he always seemed to be there first. He was likely on his way and while he knew he had to wait for any official examinations as per the rules set out for him, Narinoa felt informal chats were perfectly fine. He felt bad for the humans being cooped up so regularly, though they were allowed to have visitors and venture outside now. But even he felt cut off from the world when he was in that weyr so he could only imagine what it was like to actually be the ones living in it.
Madiquel and Zezeth were out, likely with her scary beast of a father and one of the Assistants since one was missing from their usual post. A peek in on Sh’ran showed the blue pair napping, which Narinoa was pleased with. They were all getting better at trusting their dragon would survive a nap and managed to find sleep a lot easier now. Also, Dyoricath was loud and temperamental. Narinoa wasn’t ready to face that dragon just yet that day.
So when he saw B’kit and Erebuth lounging around their room, Narinoa slipped inside with a smile. “How’s my favourite little blue dragon? You’re looking good, Erebuth. Recently oiled?” He found himself always greeting the dragons first and knew that was a carryover from life on a farm and having horses as his patients. It certainly wasn’t due to preferring animals to humans as he enjoyed their company a bit more closely than that of the animals!
“Heya, B’kit. You’re stuck with me and L’gan again for the rest of the day,” he teased as he flopped down onto a chair. “Well, you will be once my buddy gets here. For now, you’re blessed with only my presence. So, what’s new? And why don’t you have company? I swear Mylorah is as bad as L’gan with trying to live here herself. Some of the others are getting up there as well, but social interactions are good for the dragons so I’m all for it.”
He’d had the morning off, free to sleep in or help out somewhere else if he desired, but he’d been rostered with his Healer buddy to hang out with the weyrlings for the afternoon. Even a month into the routine of helping out, Narinoa didn’t regret badgering the Masterhealer, the Weyrleader, and the Weyrlingmaster despite the early days having some scares. He felt useful again, something that had been lacking since being Searched. The fact that he hadn’t Impressed yet weighed on his mind regularly, making him feel even more useless. Searched for a dragon and he couldn’t even do that. At least now his training had purpose and he’d been paired up with a Healer that not only knew his craft but was easy to be around and easy on the eyes.
He let himself into the weyr, greeting those milling about and checking in on the status of the class. Nothing exciting—a good thing—happened in his time away from the group and Narinoa didn’t expect anything to while he was there either. From his beastcrafting standpoint, all three dragons were progressing nicely. Some a little slower than others in varying areas but nothing he would have been too concerned about if they had been a horse at the farm. He was confident they would all live, but their size, strength, and agility would all be put to the test in the coming months. But currently, he was pleased.
L’gan didn’t seem to be there yet, a shock to be honest. Narinoa was convinced the greenrider lived there with how he always seemed to be there first. He was likely on his way and while he knew he had to wait for any official examinations as per the rules set out for him, Narinoa felt informal chats were perfectly fine. He felt bad for the humans being cooped up so regularly, though they were allowed to have visitors and venture outside now. But even he felt cut off from the world when he was in that weyr so he could only imagine what it was like to actually be the ones living in it.
Madiquel and Zezeth were out, likely with her scary beast of a father and one of the Assistants since one was missing from their usual post. A peek in on Sh’ran showed the blue pair napping, which Narinoa was pleased with. They were all getting better at trusting their dragon would survive a nap and managed to find sleep a lot easier now. Also, Dyoricath was loud and temperamental. Narinoa wasn’t ready to face that dragon just yet that day.
So when he saw B’kit and Erebuth lounging around their room, Narinoa slipped inside with a smile. “How’s my favourite little blue dragon? You’re looking good, Erebuth. Recently oiled?” He found himself always greeting the dragons first and knew that was a carryover from life on a farm and having horses as his patients. It certainly wasn’t due to preferring animals to humans as he enjoyed their company a bit more closely than that of the animals!
“Heya, B’kit. You’re stuck with me and L’gan again for the rest of the day,” he teased as he flopped down onto a chair. “Well, you will be once my buddy gets here. For now, you’re blessed with only my presence. So, what’s new? And why don’t you have company? I swear Mylorah is as bad as L’gan with trying to live here herself. Some of the others are getting up there as well, but social interactions are good for the dragons so I’m all for it.”
