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16.Mar.12, 11:46 AM
Erisi usually did not mind Kerrin all that much. The weyrbrat could be fairly entertaining (if not a touch annoying), on most days. Today, however, was Erisi's day for not liking anyone. He would have been perfectly fine with having Valerian talk some sense into him. Apparently, there was no time for that. Kerrin had hardly paused long enough to make sure his sandals were tied properly, and now seemed to think that Erisi had to behave the same way. The Weyrbrat reached around him, opening the door efficiently and giving him a proper shove back into his room. He stared Kerrin down in a way that made it clear that he had no idea if he should be angry or confused. The look probably portrayed a very confused upset feeling that did not quite match the hard features of Erisi's face. "Hopefully, none," Erisi replied a little sourly, but his voice lacked the usual bite it possessed.
He was anxious, okay? It didn't help that Valerian was now staring a hole into his forehead. If he ventured a look down the hallway, G'rem was probably right there getting suspicious about Erisi's intentions. This whole sharding Weyr was against him, and with a tired sigh he stared straight back at Valerian. Their mild contest of wills ended with a victory for Valerian, and a grudging acceptance of a lost from Erisi. "All right, fine. This is just going to put a huge damper on my whole sharding day." If he wouldn't be convinced by Kerrin's actions, he'd be convinced by Valerian's reason and the threat of G'rem coming after him.
So he changed into plain white robes, and thin sandals that would hardly protect his feet from the heat of the Hatching Sands. These people really liked torturing their Candidates. After a moment's debate, he tied his usual sash around his waist. Honestly, who could blame him? No Candidate wanted to be seen wearing the sharding stuff the Weyr made them. He took a step outside of his room, eyes catching G'rem's down the hallway. The already stern man looked even more stern. Again, Erisi lost a stare down, and G'rem gestured impatiently towards the stylist sash Erisi had been sure to wear. With a probably too-loud sigh, he ducked back into his room to toss it away.
This was just the sharding story of his life.
Erisi made it to the Hatching Grounds in time, though he was one of the last Candidates rounded up to get there. Was that really any surprise? No, it wasn't. There was a reluctance in every step he took, and where he landed was what he gathered to be the safest spot away from hatching dragonets on the whole Sands. It was probably a bad sign that it somehow landed him close to Kerrin. Maybe that big personality would attract all the dragonets to Kerrin instead of Erisi. He could Impress them all! Happy days! No dragon for Erisi!
An Impression had already been made before Erisi knew it, but it was getting dark enough outside that Erisi could hardly see a thing anyways. Someone was bound to trip up and get themselves hurt, either by simply tripping or having a dragonet get spooked by any sudden movement. This, ah, convinced Erisi to remain still. If he was a little freaked out by his surroundings, doubtlessly a dragonet would be. Did they have night vision? Did they even cover this in Candidate Lessons? If they had, Erisi could not quite remember right now. He glanced back over to Kerrin, and then over the other Candidate to try and locate Valerian. "Kerrin. Do you see Val?" He needed a bodyguard, or to be more specific, a body shield.
His bodyguard could not be found quickly enough, because he felt something nosing against his calf. A cautious look downwards brought him to the realization that there was a dragonet sniffing at him. Oh Faranth. Don't panic. Don't move. Sudden movements will bring a sudden death. Shardit. Sharditsharditshardit. At least it hadn't latched onto him yet, but there were no guarantees. Erisi held out long enough for the dragonet to move on, and then he whipped his head back over to Kerrin. "Can you come stand over here with me?" Desperate times called for desperate measures. He'd take any bodyguard over none.
He was anxious, okay? It didn't help that Valerian was now staring a hole into his forehead. If he ventured a look down the hallway, G'rem was probably right there getting suspicious about Erisi's intentions. This whole sharding Weyr was against him, and with a tired sigh he stared straight back at Valerian. Their mild contest of wills ended with a victory for Valerian, and a grudging acceptance of a lost from Erisi. "All right, fine. This is just going to put a huge damper on my whole sharding day." If he wouldn't be convinced by Kerrin's actions, he'd be convinced by Valerian's reason and the threat of G'rem coming after him.
So he changed into plain white robes, and thin sandals that would hardly protect his feet from the heat of the Hatching Sands. These people really liked torturing their Candidates. After a moment's debate, he tied his usual sash around his waist. Honestly, who could blame him? No Candidate wanted to be seen wearing the sharding stuff the Weyr made them. He took a step outside of his room, eyes catching G'rem's down the hallway. The already stern man looked even more stern. Again, Erisi lost a stare down, and G'rem gestured impatiently towards the stylist sash Erisi had been sure to wear. With a probably too-loud sigh, he ducked back into his room to toss it away.
This was just the sharding story of his life.
Erisi made it to the Hatching Grounds in time, though he was one of the last Candidates rounded up to get there. Was that really any surprise? No, it wasn't. There was a reluctance in every step he took, and where he landed was what he gathered to be the safest spot away from hatching dragonets on the whole Sands. It was probably a bad sign that it somehow landed him close to Kerrin. Maybe that big personality would attract all the dragonets to Kerrin instead of Erisi. He could Impress them all! Happy days! No dragon for Erisi!
An Impression had already been made before Erisi knew it, but it was getting dark enough outside that Erisi could hardly see a thing anyways. Someone was bound to trip up and get themselves hurt, either by simply tripping or having a dragonet get spooked by any sudden movement. This, ah, convinced Erisi to remain still. If he was a little freaked out by his surroundings, doubtlessly a dragonet would be. Did they have night vision? Did they even cover this in Candidate Lessons? If they had, Erisi could not quite remember right now. He glanced back over to Kerrin, and then over the other Candidate to try and locate Valerian. "Kerrin. Do you see Val?" He needed a bodyguard, or to be more specific, a body shield.
His bodyguard could not be found quickly enough, because he felt something nosing against his calf. A cautious look downwards brought him to the realization that there was a dragonet sniffing at him. Oh Faranth. Don't panic. Don't move. Sudden movements will bring a sudden death. Shardit. Sharditsharditshardit. At least it hadn't latched onto him yet, but there were no guarantees. Erisi held out long enough for the dragonet to move on, and then he whipped his head back over to Kerrin. "Can you come stand over here with me?" Desperate times called for desperate measures. He'd take any bodyguard over none.
