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02.Jul.21, 03:24 PM
As soon as the notice came, Narinoa was back at his bunk so he could change. His hair was already pulled back thanks to the heat but he redid it anyway to make sure it was neat and would stay in. Once those simple tasks were complete, he jogged back to where the dragon healing ward was being set up since he had a temporary desk there. The letter he had written out a few days ago was found and rolled up before handing it off to Pipsqueak. She wasn’t the best at delivering notes but she did well with a few key people that were familiar and liked. “Off you go, Pip. Bring that to L’gan so he knows the Hatching’s starting. Then you be good and stay with him or B’kit, okay?” The little green chirped in response before vanishing to fulfil her task.
Convinced there wouldn’t be any hiccups since Pipsqueak liked L’gan, Narinoa headed off to the Sands. He was kind of doing double duty as a Candidate and an interested researcher. He wouldn’t be taking any notes but one of the young dragon healers-to-be had been roped into taking notes for him. He had worked hard with L’gan to come up with a program that might work and even harder with finding a substance that would stay on the egg in varying conditions and not do any damage. This was all a trial run and he was grateful to Helyna and Iliyith for approving it. For the next Hatching, assuming the other Weyrs and then golds approved, they would get the numbers on the eggs before the Touching to help further document anything they could. But this would do for now.
But despite not being the one doing the actual jotting of notes, Narinoa wanted to be there early enough to observe what he could and to also pay his respects and pass on further gratitude to the gold pair. Once that was done, Narinoa found a spot that was closer to the stands than he usually went with but he wanted to be closer so he could greet L’gan and they could be in touch in case something happened. This also put him closer to Rhamnus and his station. A polite nod of greeting was given to the Healer but Narinoa didn’t try for any conversation as Rhamnus looked ready to throttle a Candidate he was soon stomping toward.
This was going to be an interesting Hatching.
Convinced there wouldn’t be any hiccups since Pipsqueak liked L’gan, Narinoa headed off to the Sands. He was kind of doing double duty as a Candidate and an interested researcher. He wouldn’t be taking any notes but one of the young dragon healers-to-be had been roped into taking notes for him. He had worked hard with L’gan to come up with a program that might work and even harder with finding a substance that would stay on the egg in varying conditions and not do any damage. This was all a trial run and he was grateful to Helyna and Iliyith for approving it. For the next Hatching, assuming the other Weyrs and then golds approved, they would get the numbers on the eggs before the Touching to help further document anything they could. But this would do for now.
But despite not being the one doing the actual jotting of notes, Narinoa wanted to be there early enough to observe what he could and to also pay his respects and pass on further gratitude to the gold pair. Once that was done, Narinoa found a spot that was closer to the stands than he usually went with but he wanted to be closer so he could greet L’gan and they could be in touch in case something happened. This also put him closer to Rhamnus and his station. A polite nod of greeting was given to the Healer but Narinoa didn’t try for any conversation as Rhamnus looked ready to throttle a Candidate he was soon stomping toward.
This was going to be an interesting Hatching.
