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19.Feb.12, 12:32 PM
Erisi didn't want to be here.
Wait.
Let him clarify.
He really didn't want to be here.
Was that good enough?
No.
He really sharding did not want to attend this ridiculous Touching.
The Harper knew what they were trying to do. They were going to get him to bond with an unhatched dragonet, and his life was doomed. The little wherry would crack free of its shell on Hatching day, and head straight for him. Good-bye Harper lifestyle, hello being this Weyr's newest minion. His life was flashing before his eyes as G'rem went through the protocol for this Touching. Everything he had worked to achieve for himself was going to be for nothing if he touched one of these eggs. Erisi had no desire to make a premature bond or connection with any of these eggs. He had already asked if he could skip attending.
Funny how quickly he got his answer, and that it was 'no'.
Erisi was more worried about the repercussions for not touching one of the eggs than accidentally slipping up in behavior on the Sands. He'd rather trip than have G'rem hit him with his whipping stick for not trying. There was also the chance that Nirinath would find it outright insulting that Erisi didn't want a single thing to do with her clutch. It really wasn't that he hated dragons, but rather hated the Weyr, and dragons just ended up being an essential part to the Weyr. The dragonriders were the problem, not the beast they rode on. Erisi knew how to properly pin blame - his judgment was not always skewed.
There was the flicker of a thought to not pay his respect to the Queen as the line slowly moved onto the Sands. He was towards the back of the line, directly in front of Kuminari who no doubt would be the most respectful twit of them all. She'd see him hesitate and make some sly remark in her cutesy tone of voice. Right, he wouldn't be able to stand that. He also wouldn't be able to stand the Queen biting his head off for being disrespectful. Shardit, he should have gotten deathly ill today with a plague, then he could have spent his time walking around the Weyr and infecting every dragonrider he came across. If he was going to perish in that scenario, he was going to make sure he took down a good chunk of people with him.
He was standing in front of the queen dragon, nerves bubbling in his stomach. It wasn't because he was entirely scared (okay, she was a little intimidating, he'd admit), but because he really didn't want to do this. There was no desire in Erisi to Impress. There was little that could convince him that it was a good idea and the right path for him. Hesitantly, he bowed his head to Nirinath murmuring, "Thank you," to her. He probably should have spoken louder, but his desire to get away from her eyes was great. That was a big dragon, a mother dragon, and well, he had never been comfortable with a dragon so close to his space.
The only dragon he had genuinely liked enough was Saquith, and that was because the Brown was smart enough to give Erisi his space.
Erisi was wondering if he could stand in the back and get away with touching no eggs. One look towards G'rem confirmed that it likely wouldn't work. Shardit. These people were intent on dooming him. Even the Weyrleader was standing nearby, which meant Erisi had to be on his best behavior. The Harper did not want to be forced into another sit-down at the dining table with D'ren. He was sure if he screwed up again, the Weyrleader wouldn't pity him so much. Erisi had gotten on the man's bad side twice, and didn't believe that he'd leave an encounter with the Weyrleader unscathed if they had to talk again.
So... all he had to do was pick an egg, touch it, and look towards G'rem until the man said they could leave. Right, he just wanted to do the last phase of his plan. He looked back towards the Weyrlingmaster, the expression on his face clearly saying, 'Come on, man, have some pity!' Still a no? Well, shells. Erisi was never going to get on the man's good side, and certainly never was going to blow him so that he could. This reaffirmed his belief that every dragonrider existed just to make him miserable.
He picked an egg that was convenient, being that it was closer to him. Erisi was a confident young Harper, so it was almost hilarious to see him so hesitant in this situation. His dislike of the circumstances were clearly read on his face. Sucking in a soft breath, he approached the Love Thy Neigbor. It's appearance was bland, which Erisi could handle. Maybe it was a dud? Then again, if it was a dud it probably would have been shoved off to the side or sat on. Sigh. It was better to get this over with, then. So, he touched the egg.
Never you mind that his touch could hardly be considered that. His fingertips pressed to the hard shell, his touch so light that he doubt it could be felt. In a way he hoped this was cheating the system, since it was his only option to try and get out of it now.
Wait.
Let him clarify.
He really didn't want to be here.
Was that good enough?
No.
He really sharding did not want to attend this ridiculous Touching.
The Harper knew what they were trying to do. They were going to get him to bond with an unhatched dragonet, and his life was doomed. The little wherry would crack free of its shell on Hatching day, and head straight for him. Good-bye Harper lifestyle, hello being this Weyr's newest minion. His life was flashing before his eyes as G'rem went through the protocol for this Touching. Everything he had worked to achieve for himself was going to be for nothing if he touched one of these eggs. Erisi had no desire to make a premature bond or connection with any of these eggs. He had already asked if he could skip attending.
Funny how quickly he got his answer, and that it was 'no'.
Erisi was more worried about the repercussions for not touching one of the eggs than accidentally slipping up in behavior on the Sands. He'd rather trip than have G'rem hit him with his whipping stick for not trying. There was also the chance that Nirinath would find it outright insulting that Erisi didn't want a single thing to do with her clutch. It really wasn't that he hated dragons, but rather hated the Weyr, and dragons just ended up being an essential part to the Weyr. The dragonriders were the problem, not the beast they rode on. Erisi knew how to properly pin blame - his judgment was not always skewed.
There was the flicker of a thought to not pay his respect to the Queen as the line slowly moved onto the Sands. He was towards the back of the line, directly in front of Kuminari who no doubt would be the most respectful twit of them all. She'd see him hesitate and make some sly remark in her cutesy tone of voice. Right, he wouldn't be able to stand that. He also wouldn't be able to stand the Queen biting his head off for being disrespectful. Shardit, he should have gotten deathly ill today with a plague, then he could have spent his time walking around the Weyr and infecting every dragonrider he came across. If he was going to perish in that scenario, he was going to make sure he took down a good chunk of people with him.
He was standing in front of the queen dragon, nerves bubbling in his stomach. It wasn't because he was entirely scared (okay, she was a little intimidating, he'd admit), but because he really didn't want to do this. There was no desire in Erisi to Impress. There was little that could convince him that it was a good idea and the right path for him. Hesitantly, he bowed his head to Nirinath murmuring, "Thank you," to her. He probably should have spoken louder, but his desire to get away from her eyes was great. That was a big dragon, a mother dragon, and well, he had never been comfortable with a dragon so close to his space.
The only dragon he had genuinely liked enough was Saquith, and that was because the Brown was smart enough to give Erisi his space.
Erisi was wondering if he could stand in the back and get away with touching no eggs. One look towards G'rem confirmed that it likely wouldn't work. Shardit. These people were intent on dooming him. Even the Weyrleader was standing nearby, which meant Erisi had to be on his best behavior. The Harper did not want to be forced into another sit-down at the dining table with D'ren. He was sure if he screwed up again, the Weyrleader wouldn't pity him so much. Erisi had gotten on the man's bad side twice, and didn't believe that he'd leave an encounter with the Weyrleader unscathed if they had to talk again.
So... all he had to do was pick an egg, touch it, and look towards G'rem until the man said they could leave. Right, he just wanted to do the last phase of his plan. He looked back towards the Weyrlingmaster, the expression on his face clearly saying, 'Come on, man, have some pity!' Still a no? Well, shells. Erisi was never going to get on the man's good side, and certainly never was going to blow him so that he could. This reaffirmed his belief that every dragonrider existed just to make him miserable.
He picked an egg that was convenient, being that it was closer to him. Erisi was a confident young Harper, so it was almost hilarious to see him so hesitant in this situation. His dislike of the circumstances were clearly read on his face. Sucking in a soft breath, he approached the Love Thy Neigbor. It's appearance was bland, which Erisi could handle. Maybe it was a dud? Then again, if it was a dud it probably would have been shoved off to the side or sat on. Sigh. It was better to get this over with, then. So, he touched the egg.
Never you mind that his touch could hardly be considered that. His fingertips pressed to the hard shell, his touch so light that he doubt it could be felt. In a way he hoped this was cheating the system, since it was his only option to try and get out of it now.
