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16.Jan.21, 12:37 PM
Narinoa had finished his dinner and was just hanging out with a few other Candidates in the dining cavern as they ate when the call came for the Hatching. All around him Candidates quickly shovelled the rest of their food into their mouths so they could rush back to the barracks to prepare. He supposed he should do that as well given Aradissicath was a senior gold with enough clutches to her name that she wouldn’t call them too early. He knew there were times with some golds that Candidates were waiting around for three or more hours but word had it that this gold had it down to less than two hours now.
He joined the crowd that was leaving and dashed down to where his sad little cot and trunk sat waiting for him. Narinoa watched in amusement as the newly Searched panicked and wondered if they should bathe or what they were supposed to do as all the lessons suddenly fled their minds. He remembered being like that, overwhelmed and terrified at what he was about to walk into. So he spent a few minutes helping some, calming them down and telling them what they needed to do. Eventually he readied himself, pulling his mess of curls back into a ridiculous topknot to help keep his vision from being impaired and tossing on the plain and somewhat itchy robe. Despite the turn in the weather that had snow falling at a rapid rate and there being a chill in the air, Narinoa didn’t bundle up and stopped a few others from trying. It was a quick dash to the Hatching Ground and they wouldn’t need the added layers once inside—though he supposed a coat pile could be started on the ground by the door if needed.
But he jogged across the Bowl, making quick work of the distance despite the blowing snow whipping around. He shook dramatically as he walked inside and sighed in contentment as the heat worked to melt away the chill that tried to grab him. He redid his topknot as some strands blew loose in the wind while looking around at the crowd that was slowly gathering both on and off the Sands. Upon seeing some friends in the stands, Narinoa waved when their eyes met. Would this be his lucky Hatching? They’d know soon enough and he strode over to a spot that had a good view of the area.
He joined the crowd that was leaving and dashed down to where his sad little cot and trunk sat waiting for him. Narinoa watched in amusement as the newly Searched panicked and wondered if they should bathe or what they were supposed to do as all the lessons suddenly fled their minds. He remembered being like that, overwhelmed and terrified at what he was about to walk into. So he spent a few minutes helping some, calming them down and telling them what they needed to do. Eventually he readied himself, pulling his mess of curls back into a ridiculous topknot to help keep his vision from being impaired and tossing on the plain and somewhat itchy robe. Despite the turn in the weather that had snow falling at a rapid rate and there being a chill in the air, Narinoa didn’t bundle up and stopped a few others from trying. It was a quick dash to the Hatching Ground and they wouldn’t need the added layers once inside—though he supposed a coat pile could be started on the ground by the door if needed.
But he jogged across the Bowl, making quick work of the distance despite the blowing snow whipping around. He shook dramatically as he walked inside and sighed in contentment as the heat worked to melt away the chill that tried to grab him. He redid his topknot as some strands blew loose in the wind while looking around at the crowd that was slowly gathering both on and off the Sands. Upon seeing some friends in the stands, Narinoa waved when their eyes met. Would this be his lucky Hatching? They’d know soon enough and he strode over to a spot that had a good view of the area.
