20.Apr.20, 01:59 AM
Narinoa had learned from his last trip to Fort as a Candidate that going cold turkey wasn't for him and he needed to ween himself off of... what was it even properly called? He only knew it as 'sex klah' but had heard some also say it was 'slutty gold' but he didn't have any idea if it had a proper name. He only knew it as something that elevated sex and let him have dreamless sleep. That last part was the more important bit since he wasn't lacking in the great sex department and it was also that last part that made him almost decide to only Stand in Ista. His nightmares seemed to get worse the closer to a Hatching he got so putting himself in a situation where he couldn't be drugged up, simply put, sucked.
His love of animals and knowledge that a clear head ensured he wasn't messing with any drugs around a Hatching. If he Impressed, he had no idea what he would do. He couldn't take anything while his dragon was young and maybe never would in case it messed with the dragon's mind as well but since he had yet to Impress, that wasn't an issue he had to worry about just yet.
Sighing as he looked in the tiny communal mirror in the barracks, Narinoa went back to his bunk to find a strip of leather. He was in need of a haircut but had been putting it off, especially since a couple of his favourite lovers seemed to enjoy playing with or tugging on his hair--both of which he was also fine with. But the unruly curls did have a habit of getting in his face and considering how wild and unpredictable hatchlings could be, it was best to have a clear view. A few minutes later and he had won the battle, getting the front strands pulled back and tied up. Of course he looked rather ridiculous with the way they stood straight up but he could see and he felt he had the confidence to pull of the look.
It had been perhaps an hour since they got word of the eggs shaking but he was by far one of the last ones to get moving. In his own personal observations, Narinoa felt that the best indicator was the humming. More and more dragons joined in the closer it got to the actual first hatchling making an appearance. How they knew, he had no idea. Perhaps it was just how closely they were watching the eggs themselves. That was just another thing that fascinated him about dragons and why he wanted to become a rider. He could work with his own dragon to learn more about how they functioned, though from his talks with L'gan, it seemed like the dragons didn't know either and usually gave a 'I don't know, I just know' type of reply.
As he entered the Hatching Ground, Narinoa was surprised by how many had already arrived despite the late hour. Then again, family and friends would likely show up no matter the hour or what they had been doing. That was something he loved about the Weyr life--everyone seemed so tightly knit and was always there for each other. His own brother not included, but Z'ia did his own thing on his own time.
His love of animals and knowledge that a clear head ensured he wasn't messing with any drugs around a Hatching. If he Impressed, he had no idea what he would do. He couldn't take anything while his dragon was young and maybe never would in case it messed with the dragon's mind as well but since he had yet to Impress, that wasn't an issue he had to worry about just yet.
Sighing as he looked in the tiny communal mirror in the barracks, Narinoa went back to his bunk to find a strip of leather. He was in need of a haircut but had been putting it off, especially since a couple of his favourite lovers seemed to enjoy playing with or tugging on his hair--both of which he was also fine with. But the unruly curls did have a habit of getting in his face and considering how wild and unpredictable hatchlings could be, it was best to have a clear view. A few minutes later and he had won the battle, getting the front strands pulled back and tied up. Of course he looked rather ridiculous with the way they stood straight up but he could see and he felt he had the confidence to pull of the look.
It had been perhaps an hour since they got word of the eggs shaking but he was by far one of the last ones to get moving. In his own personal observations, Narinoa felt that the best indicator was the humming. More and more dragons joined in the closer it got to the actual first hatchling making an appearance. How they knew, he had no idea. Perhaps it was just how closely they were watching the eggs themselves. That was just another thing that fascinated him about dragons and why he wanted to become a rider. He could work with his own dragon to learn more about how they functioned, though from his talks with L'gan, it seemed like the dragons didn't know either and usually gave a 'I don't know, I just know' type of reply.
As he entered the Hatching Ground, Narinoa was surprised by how many had already arrived despite the late hour. Then again, family and friends would likely show up no matter the hour or what they had been doing. That was something he loved about the Weyr life--everyone seemed so tightly knit and was always there for each other. His own brother not included, but Z'ia did his own thing on his own time.