09.Feb.12, 11:25 PM
Erisi didn't move, and for all he knew, he wasn't breathing as he stared back at I'shan's face. It was an odd moment where they shared the same exact emotion... shock. Erisi was shocked that he had even assaulted I'shan, and I'shan was likely shocked that he had been assaulted. The only upside was that his anger had completely fizzled out in place for the shock and worry of his survival. I'shan could certainly get him in trouble, and knowing I'shan, he probably would. There was no way out of the situation that Erisi had just lodged himself into. He didn't regret hitting I'shan, but rather he regretted trapping himself in a situation where he lost control over his own outcome.
Oh Faranth, he was going to get suck back on Candidate Isle. He was going to roast in the sun, and when he finally got off that giant piece of rock and sand, he was going to be peeling skin off of his body for sevendays to come. That was assuming if they even let him off. They could tolerate his verbal outcries, sure, but actually physically assaulting a dragonrider...? Yeah, Erisi's luck would be pushing it on that one. An overwhelming feeling of dread was weighing on his shoulders, and it was probably the first, and maybe the only time he actually looked defenseless. There was no anger on his face, just distress, panic over the fact that he had screwed up.
He leaned against one of the shelves, finally tearing his gaze away from I'shan. He was so doomed. He was completely doomed. Erisi wasn't going to be able to hang out with Talian any more, he wasn't going to be able to get out of his chores early. He was going to be stuck on a beach, and while that should sound pleasant enough, it wasn't. "You shouldn't have laughed at me," Erisi mumbled, unable to meet I'shan's gaze still. He knew now that running away from the situation wasn't going to do him any good. I'shan could tell the Weyrleader with the proof of his busted lip, and there would be no way for Erisi to hide from that. "I hate it. I hate this." Did he actually sound... remotely... vulnerable?
Oh Faranth, he was going to get suck back on Candidate Isle. He was going to roast in the sun, and when he finally got off that giant piece of rock and sand, he was going to be peeling skin off of his body for sevendays to come. That was assuming if they even let him off. They could tolerate his verbal outcries, sure, but actually physically assaulting a dragonrider...? Yeah, Erisi's luck would be pushing it on that one. An overwhelming feeling of dread was weighing on his shoulders, and it was probably the first, and maybe the only time he actually looked defenseless. There was no anger on his face, just distress, panic over the fact that he had screwed up.
He leaned against one of the shelves, finally tearing his gaze away from I'shan. He was so doomed. He was completely doomed. Erisi wasn't going to be able to hang out with Talian any more, he wasn't going to be able to get out of his chores early. He was going to be stuck on a beach, and while that should sound pleasant enough, it wasn't. "You shouldn't have laughed at me," Erisi mumbled, unable to meet I'shan's gaze still. He knew now that running away from the situation wasn't going to do him any good. I'shan could tell the Weyrleader with the proof of his busted lip, and there would be no way for Erisi to hide from that. "I hate it. I hate this." Did he actually sound... remotely... vulnerable?