04.Feb.12, 09:46 PM
Erisi still couldn't believe that they were going to discuss this, not because he was sensitive to the subject (he was fairly immune at this stage in his life), but rather because it was pointless. There were few candidates that looked to be completely unfamiliar with the subject. He was also counting Lymsleia in his estimation, if only because she had snubbed his smartass response to her. Erisi had never taken well to being ignored. He thought his answer to her question warranted a response, whether negatively or positively. Faranth, there was one girl that had shot him a look that he was happy for just so he could shoot a glare at her back. The young man enjoyed silent confrontation, even verbal confrontation was a small thrill. Physical confrontation was out of the question, but one look at Erisi and anyone could see that.
So, he probably disliked Lymsleia more now than his original judgment of her had allotted. He was vindictive, even G'rem was more likable. G'rem had snapped at Erisi and was rambling on about a pointless subject, but at least he had paid him attention. Still, G'rem wasn't all that likable, he was just moreso than Lymsleia. Talian still somehow managed to be the best one in the group, and how he had achieved that position... Erisi had no idea. He was just the best out of a bad lot. Embarrassing? Yes. Immature? Quite. Likable? Sure.
While it may have seemed that G'rem's scolding warranted a response from Erisi, he took the wiser route of shutting up. He had some sense of self-preservation, and he was pretty confident that taking a lap around the Weyr would cause a heat stroke. Erisi hated living here, just not so much that he wanted to die out in the sun. It wasn't a dignified death, if he had to consider deaths. Erisi was so quiet, in fact, that he wasn't asking any smartass questions.
That was also because he was fairly comfortable with the subject matter. The bluerider was practically telling him to get laid. 'Why, thank you, I think I will.'
So, he probably disliked Lymsleia more now than his original judgment of her had allotted. He was vindictive, even G'rem was more likable. G'rem had snapped at Erisi and was rambling on about a pointless subject, but at least he had paid him attention. Still, G'rem wasn't all that likable, he was just moreso than Lymsleia. Talian still somehow managed to be the best one in the group, and how he had achieved that position... Erisi had no idea. He was just the best out of a bad lot. Embarrassing? Yes. Immature? Quite. Likable? Sure.
While it may have seemed that G'rem's scolding warranted a response from Erisi, he took the wiser route of shutting up. He had some sense of self-preservation, and he was pretty confident that taking a lap around the Weyr would cause a heat stroke. Erisi hated living here, just not so much that he wanted to die out in the sun. It wasn't a dignified death, if he had to consider deaths. Erisi was so quiet, in fact, that he wasn't asking any smartass questions.
That was also because he was fairly comfortable with the subject matter. The bluerider was practically telling him to get laid. 'Why, thank you, I think I will.'