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03.Mar.12, 07:04 PM
The night before Erisi had made it back to his room late, and one could only assume what he had been doing, because the sequential events following his return to his room had him in the mood to not talk. Hanging on his door was a bandana, and not even a fashionable one by Erisi's estimations, never mind that it was stained with blood. He would have assumed it to be some sort of prank, one that he could reasonably get irritable over and have a valid excuse to be irritable with others over. But, he recognized the piece of cloth. Erisi was an observant young man, even if his attitude made it seem as if he were unaware of all things but those that directly pertained to him. He knew the owner of the bandana well, and for a good few moments was confused as to why it was on his door.
If Talian was trying to hit on him, he was doing a really bad job.
The young Harper had stuffed the stained fabric in the front of his pants pocket, unsure what to make of the weird gesture. Erisi had known that Talian was sad, 'depressed' even (though Erisi had not fully grasped the concept of depression to put any serious thought into it), but there was no way his mind would make the jump from having Talian's bandana on his door to that the man had pitted himself in danger. Rather, it stirred a vague curiosity in the Harper, enough to keep from entering his room. A good idea would be to visit Talian and find out what the young Healer had intended. Oh, Master Healer. Sometimes Erisi forgot that. It wasn't an important matter for him, not in comparison with other things. Rank and standing meant something for people he hadn't already befriended.
Before he even made it to Talian's room to see if he was there, chaos had erupted. A dragon was keening loudly, and everyone seemed to instantly respond to it. He knew enough to know that something was wrong, but he wouldn't find out until later. Erisi had no desire to tangle with a green dragon guarding the entrance to Healer Hall. He had stayed back, and heard the whisperings of rumors floating from tongue to ear. It wasn't until the next morning that anyone had feasible access to the Hall. Talian hadn't returned to his room, which only stirred Erisi's capacity for concern even more than rumors alone. It was why, inevitably, Erisi did come back.
The room wasn't hard to find - he had properly guessed that it was the one the green dragon was hovering around again. Getting around her proved to be a difficult and somewhat embarrassing task (at least no one could really witness his grand struggle against Larrikith). He recognized the dragon, though pitting a name to that hide color was difficult for him. He wasn't on friendly terms with most dragons, or any terms at all. His avoidance of them was clear, believing that by avoiding them, he wouldn't adjust to an environment he hated. There was the hope that the dragonets would pick up on his attitude in the upcoming Hatching, and avoid him even more for it.
He peeked into the room, and was suddenly very bothered by the fact that he recognized everyone in it. Valerian obviously was well, and that B'jin rider was slouching off with his dragon, who had been slouching around the entryway (they were a perfect match, apparently). That left one individual left to identify, and when Erisi's eyes fixed on Talian he paled. He did not say anything, and the expression on his face had hardened. Erisi wasn't the sort of person who displayed his vulnerable emotions, so he was going through a tremendous effort to hide the sudden tornado of feelings as he pinpointed Talian resting on the bed. His Healer friend was a mess. Some part of Erisi's mind probably suspected what happened, but for its own safety, ignored it.
The Harper stood back, letting Valerian press inquiries upon Talian. The lack of emotion suddenly on his face spoke enough for his sudden grief and confusion. His arms folded atop each other at his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his sleeve. For now, Erisi retained his peace, but by his very nature he was not the silent type, and Talian had only a few minutes before he had to really deal with Erisi's presence.
If Talian was trying to hit on him, he was doing a really bad job.
The young Harper had stuffed the stained fabric in the front of his pants pocket, unsure what to make of the weird gesture. Erisi had known that Talian was sad, 'depressed' even (though Erisi had not fully grasped the concept of depression to put any serious thought into it), but there was no way his mind would make the jump from having Talian's bandana on his door to that the man had pitted himself in danger. Rather, it stirred a vague curiosity in the Harper, enough to keep from entering his room. A good idea would be to visit Talian and find out what the young Healer had intended. Oh, Master Healer. Sometimes Erisi forgot that. It wasn't an important matter for him, not in comparison with other things. Rank and standing meant something for people he hadn't already befriended.
Before he even made it to Talian's room to see if he was there, chaos had erupted. A dragon was keening loudly, and everyone seemed to instantly respond to it. He knew enough to know that something was wrong, but he wouldn't find out until later. Erisi had no desire to tangle with a green dragon guarding the entrance to Healer Hall. He had stayed back, and heard the whisperings of rumors floating from tongue to ear. It wasn't until the next morning that anyone had feasible access to the Hall. Talian hadn't returned to his room, which only stirred Erisi's capacity for concern even more than rumors alone. It was why, inevitably, Erisi did come back.
The room wasn't hard to find - he had properly guessed that it was the one the green dragon was hovering around again. Getting around her proved to be a difficult and somewhat embarrassing task (at least no one could really witness his grand struggle against Larrikith). He recognized the dragon, though pitting a name to that hide color was difficult for him. He wasn't on friendly terms with most dragons, or any terms at all. His avoidance of them was clear, believing that by avoiding them, he wouldn't adjust to an environment he hated. There was the hope that the dragonets would pick up on his attitude in the upcoming Hatching, and avoid him even more for it.
He peeked into the room, and was suddenly very bothered by the fact that he recognized everyone in it. Valerian obviously was well, and that B'jin rider was slouching off with his dragon, who had been slouching around the entryway (they were a perfect match, apparently). That left one individual left to identify, and when Erisi's eyes fixed on Talian he paled. He did not say anything, and the expression on his face had hardened. Erisi wasn't the sort of person who displayed his vulnerable emotions, so he was going through a tremendous effort to hide the sudden tornado of feelings as he pinpointed Talian resting on the bed. His Healer friend was a mess. Some part of Erisi's mind probably suspected what happened, but for its own safety, ignored it.
The Harper stood back, letting Valerian press inquiries upon Talian. The lack of emotion suddenly on his face spoke enough for his sudden grief and confusion. His arms folded atop each other at his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his sleeve. For now, Erisi retained his peace, but by his very nature he was not the silent type, and Talian had only a few minutes before he had to really deal with Erisi's presence.
