03.Jul.21, 06:05 AM
As the first dragonet hatched, Narinoa couldn’t help but glance over to the healer that was taking notes for him. He saw the man dutifully marking something down and he could only hope it was the egg’s number and colour. He was positioned near a Weyrlingmaster’s assistant so he could hopefully get the dragon’s name as well as the human’s on their way by. It wasn’t a perfect system yet and Narinoa had been worried about needing a better vantage point to help track all the numbers clearly. But those were all things to go over later on.
For now, his job was to be an alert Candidate and by the time a few more had hatched, Narinoa was thankful he was taking it seriously. It wasn’t uncommon for scuffles to break out but they always had the potential to be dangerous for more than just the hatchlings involved. He tensed, ready to run either out of the way or toward someone injured if needed. His healing still bent more towards animals and now dragons but he’d picked up a few basics from L’gan and Eb’zer during their time working together. He’d still stay out of the way of the actual healers but if they were busy helping elsewhere, maybe he would be of use.
Truthfully, he was itching to get to the brown that the bronze had clawed but Narinoa knew better than to approach while there was still so much posturing going on. He kept hoping for the brown to Impress so his boy would call to him, lend him some strength to move away and seek help. He also hoped the hatchlings would calm down and part ways, especially before Iliyith, Rhezalth, or the leadership’s dragons stepped in to control the situation. The angry and commanding roars were never something he enjoyed hearing.
For now, his job was to be an alert Candidate and by the time a few more had hatched, Narinoa was thankful he was taking it seriously. It wasn’t uncommon for scuffles to break out but they always had the potential to be dangerous for more than just the hatchlings involved. He tensed, ready to run either out of the way or toward someone injured if needed. His healing still bent more towards animals and now dragons but he’d picked up a few basics from L’gan and Eb’zer during their time working together. He’d still stay out of the way of the actual healers but if they were busy helping elsewhere, maybe he would be of use.
Truthfully, he was itching to get to the brown that the bronze had clawed but Narinoa knew better than to approach while there was still so much posturing going on. He kept hoping for the brown to Impress so his boy would call to him, lend him some strength to move away and seek help. He also hoped the hatchlings would calm down and part ways, especially before Iliyith, Rhezalth, or the leadership’s dragons stepped in to control the situation. The angry and commanding roars were never something he enjoyed hearing.