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15.Feb.12, 01:48 AM
Erisi glanced over to the Brown dragon, whom he could only assume was Saquith. At least this one wasn't trying to invade his personal space. The one the Weyrleader rode seemed completely unaware of how large it was, and how small Erisi had been in comparison. Overall, he didn't mind the dragons so much as he did their riders. Dragons were perfectly fine at a distance, it was just when they decided that his space was their space that he ran into some issues. He also hated it when they interjected their words into his brain, which Saquith was also not doing. A lot of the dragons at Katila seemed... talkative to say the least. Saquith's silence was bliss, and meant that Erisi could instead focus on the odd behavior of his rider.
The Harper scooted over just a little bit to give N'gelt his space, though he could have just as easily done it to reinstate that he wasn't quite sure what to make of N'gelt yet. The man had come off as the sort of person to be a total ass, but had quickly backtracked to a more pleasant personality. This N'gelt was someone that Erisi could handle with ease. He really didn't mind playing for him, though he'd mind less with a few marks in his pocket to show for it. Did N'gelt look like the sort of man to have any marks? Eh, that was debatable. He probably wasted it on ale over finer entertainment that Harpers could provide. "Admittedly, you're one of the more tolerable people I've met today," Erisi commented, though decided not to elaborate on who had been bothering him. First, he doubted that N'gelt wanted to hear him whining. Secondly, he doubted that N'gelt would sit by and let him rant about his Weyrleader.
There were times where Erisi could use his brain - it just so happened that those times were only when he wasn't mad.
"My singing is better, but it's a little too... smooth for this type of music. They don't quite line up nicely. Your voice has a deeper tone, with a little grit to it. It'd work much better, but," and there was a playful tilt to his voice, "You don't look like you've had musical training, so I don't want to risk it." His ears, but he figured that with someone new, he didn't want to make any direct (even though playful) insults. N'gelt still looked like someone that could hit Erisi on the side of the head and make him go deaf for a few sevendays. Since that was an outcome he wanted to avoid, he was playing it safe until he figured out the man's personality.
The young man tested the gritty tune out on the guitar again, humming along for a few chords to find a tone he liked. It was evident already that Erisi hadn't been lying. There was a far more pure, flighty tone to his voice that didn't match the music he was playing. Neither did such a voice match his sometimes rotten personality. There was a reason people preferred to listen to him sing rather than talk. After he had settled on a tone he had enjoyed, he began to sing, his voice easily gliding over the harsh chords on the guitar. The song was one that was requested often enough at the taverns he played in, lyrics that encouraged people to rise up out of their chair and dance. The more they danced, the more music that needed to be played, and consequently the more marks Erisi earned.
While he had a barbed tongue, that had never translated well into tune for him.
"And that was what I was telling you about. Doesn't quite mix right. You win some and you lose some."
The Harper scooted over just a little bit to give N'gelt his space, though he could have just as easily done it to reinstate that he wasn't quite sure what to make of N'gelt yet. The man had come off as the sort of person to be a total ass, but had quickly backtracked to a more pleasant personality. This N'gelt was someone that Erisi could handle with ease. He really didn't mind playing for him, though he'd mind less with a few marks in his pocket to show for it. Did N'gelt look like the sort of man to have any marks? Eh, that was debatable. He probably wasted it on ale over finer entertainment that Harpers could provide. "Admittedly, you're one of the more tolerable people I've met today," Erisi commented, though decided not to elaborate on who had been bothering him. First, he doubted that N'gelt wanted to hear him whining. Secondly, he doubted that N'gelt would sit by and let him rant about his Weyrleader.
There were times where Erisi could use his brain - it just so happened that those times were only when he wasn't mad.
"My singing is better, but it's a little too... smooth for this type of music. They don't quite line up nicely. Your voice has a deeper tone, with a little grit to it. It'd work much better, but," and there was a playful tilt to his voice, "You don't look like you've had musical training, so I don't want to risk it." His ears, but he figured that with someone new, he didn't want to make any direct (even though playful) insults. N'gelt still looked like someone that could hit Erisi on the side of the head and make him go deaf for a few sevendays. Since that was an outcome he wanted to avoid, he was playing it safe until he figured out the man's personality.
The young man tested the gritty tune out on the guitar again, humming along for a few chords to find a tone he liked. It was evident already that Erisi hadn't been lying. There was a far more pure, flighty tone to his voice that didn't match the music he was playing. Neither did such a voice match his sometimes rotten personality. There was a reason people preferred to listen to him sing rather than talk. After he had settled on a tone he had enjoyed, he began to sing, his voice easily gliding over the harsh chords on the guitar. The song was one that was requested often enough at the taverns he played in, lyrics that encouraged people to rise up out of their chair and dance. The more they danced, the more music that needed to be played, and consequently the more marks Erisi earned.
While he had a barbed tongue, that had never translated well into tune for him.
"And that was what I was telling you about. Doesn't quite mix right. You win some and you lose some."
