13.Jun.21, 04:13 AM
Narinoa swore the scar on his leg throbbed in warning when the brown came barrelling in his direction. He’d been a bit on edge since the trio of blues went rushing toward a group of boys. He hadn’t been near them but it didn’t matter as memories of not moving fast enough the last time plagued him. He’d been lucky to only get a large gash in his leg and nothing more but it had certainly been an eye-opener to how callous he kind of was at every Hatching previous to that.
Now, he was on alert both for the safety of himself and those around him, but also for any injured dragonet. So far it had been a mild Hatching but when that brown came towards him, Narinoa felt the self-preservation kick in and everything else was forgotten as he quickly jumped to the side. He had some guilt when he saw the larger Candidate he’d been standing near on the ground and he went over to help him up—after ensuring the hatchling had Impressed and wasn’t a danger anymore.
Once the guy was back on his feet and seemed only embarrassed and not injured, Narinoa crouched down, pretending to fiddle with his boot. He was actually rubbing his hand over the scar, hoping it would help calm the nerves in the area as well as the mental ones. Hatchings could be beautiful things but they were also dangerous and kept the blood pressure high. Standing once more, he felt a bit more centred but his gaze kept going to the gold egg. Was she waiting for a dramatic and late entrance? He hoped so. The loss of five Candidates made him worry a bit about one of them being meant for this dragon. Not to mention the gold population seemed to be nearly half of what it was just months ago.
Now, he was on alert both for the safety of himself and those around him, but also for any injured dragonet. So far it had been a mild Hatching but when that brown came towards him, Narinoa felt the self-preservation kick in and everything else was forgotten as he quickly jumped to the side. He had some guilt when he saw the larger Candidate he’d been standing near on the ground and he went over to help him up—after ensuring the hatchling had Impressed and wasn’t a danger anymore.
Once the guy was back on his feet and seemed only embarrassed and not injured, Narinoa crouched down, pretending to fiddle with his boot. He was actually rubbing his hand over the scar, hoping it would help calm the nerves in the area as well as the mental ones. Hatchings could be beautiful things but they were also dangerous and kept the blood pressure high. Standing once more, he felt a bit more centred but his gaze kept going to the gold egg. Was she waiting for a dramatic and late entrance? He hoped so. The loss of five Candidates made him worry a bit about one of them being meant for this dragon. Not to mention the gold population seemed to be nearly half of what it was just months ago.