31.Jan.12, 08:48 PM
"Perhaps that's why you liked them, since you only got to see them once in a while. I promise you, the more time you spend with them, the more time you have to notice that they're ridiculous and frustrating. Ridiculously frustrating too. My mother had a craft, but she ended up popping one kid out after another every turn and a half. After that she really had no time to dedicate herself to her craft. I viewed it as a tragedy." It had likely scarred him for life. Erisi couldn't look at a child without feeling the corner of his mouth tick downwards and his teeth grind together. His dislike of children wasn't so bad when he was still an apprentice. The moment he was promoted, though, he had made the foolhardy attempt of trying to put up with kids. Now, he never did. It was the greatest revelation of his young lifetime.
Erisi was beginning to feel a slight buzz, and that only because he continued to sip his wine between conversation. He was far more alcohol tolerant than Talian, so he'd say it was his duty to drink more so Talian didn't feel like a drunken fool alone. With his wine bottle back in the safety of his hands now, he indulged himself in taking a sip of Talian's. He couldn't help but promptly pass it back - he did like his wine sweeter. "Not bad, a little too mild for my tastes. You could have done a lot worse," he commented.
He knew Talian was eying him again, and he was silently debating what to do. It should have been obvious to Talian by now that Erisi had caught on to his flirtations, so why the boy wasn't pressing forward with them was beyond Erisi. This would normally frustrate him, but with a little alcohol in his system he was feeling happier. Certainly, he was feeling more flirtatious too, but he figured Talian was a little new at this, and he didn't want to overwhelm the man by coming on to him too hard. It should be fine, since Talian had been doing the same exact thing to him. Erisi wasn't willing to take the risk, though.
He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, musing over what short ballad he could sing. Ah, that one would work well enough he supposed.
"Harper, your song has a sorrowful sound,
Though the tune was written gay.
Your voice is sad and your hands are slow
And your eye meeting mine turns away."
It was a short ballad, but it felt appropriate. He could have picked one of those silly old dragonrider ballads, but considering his new disposition towards dragonriders, he wasn't going to sing a single sharding thing about them that was pleasant. Erisi really did have an enjoyable voice, a sort of tone that was easy on the ears, soothing and sweet. It was truly the exact opposite of how he talked normally. His voice was normally cold, with a condescending tone that grated on most of his acquaintances. It usually felt like he was talking down to someone rather than at them. "And that is all you're getting, unless you really want more." Personally, Erisi felt like he was almost serenading Talian, and it was mildly demeaning.
The things he did for someone attractive, shells.
Erisi was beginning to feel a slight buzz, and that only because he continued to sip his wine between conversation. He was far more alcohol tolerant than Talian, so he'd say it was his duty to drink more so Talian didn't feel like a drunken fool alone. With his wine bottle back in the safety of his hands now, he indulged himself in taking a sip of Talian's. He couldn't help but promptly pass it back - he did like his wine sweeter. "Not bad, a little too mild for my tastes. You could have done a lot worse," he commented.
He knew Talian was eying him again, and he was silently debating what to do. It should have been obvious to Talian by now that Erisi had caught on to his flirtations, so why the boy wasn't pressing forward with them was beyond Erisi. This would normally frustrate him, but with a little alcohol in his system he was feeling happier. Certainly, he was feeling more flirtatious too, but he figured Talian was a little new at this, and he didn't want to overwhelm the man by coming on to him too hard. It should be fine, since Talian had been doing the same exact thing to him. Erisi wasn't willing to take the risk, though.
He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, musing over what short ballad he could sing. Ah, that one would work well enough he supposed.
"Harper, your song has a sorrowful sound,
Though the tune was written gay.
Your voice is sad and your hands are slow
And your eye meeting mine turns away."
It was a short ballad, but it felt appropriate. He could have picked one of those silly old dragonrider ballads, but considering his new disposition towards dragonriders, he wasn't going to sing a single sharding thing about them that was pleasant. Erisi really did have an enjoyable voice, a sort of tone that was easy on the ears, soothing and sweet. It was truly the exact opposite of how he talked normally. His voice was normally cold, with a condescending tone that grated on most of his acquaintances. It usually felt like he was talking down to someone rather than at them. "And that is all you're getting, unless you really want more." Personally, Erisi felt like he was almost serenading Talian, and it was mildly demeaning.
The things he did for someone attractive, shells.