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14.Feb.12, 11:21 PM
The other eyebrow suddenly arched to join its sibling. For a few moments, Erisi was genuinely surprised by the brownrider's attitude. He had been expecting a confrontation (but when didn't he when it came to dragonriders?). The man's words had certainly been intended to incite Erisi a little bit, so it didn't make sense for N'gelt to sidestep an argument altogether. Erisi was sure that this played into his favor, since he couldn't get in trouble for fighting again if N'gelt didn't press his buttons. So, he decided to take the brownrider in stride. Erisi could at least try to be friendly.
"I never insisted that I was a good Harper, by their definition at least. If I had stayed at the Hall any longer, they probably would have called me an imposter." Erisi answered in a light, crisp voice. There could be a bite to his words, but he left it out. His voice was the sort of voice that seemed to mock his companions with every intonation and change in pitch. The young Harper was taking a chance with N'gelt, because fighting with the man really was going to end him up on Candidates Isle. D'ren likely wouldn't tolerate further misbehavior from him. Maybe if got he all buddy-buddy with a dragonrider, D'ren would consider Erisi 'cured'.
He almost snorted at the idea.
"...Erisi," he replied, almost with an air of caution about him, like even he didn't trust N'gelt being so friendly. His blue eyes were fixed on the hand laying heavily on his shoulder, and he was beginning to think that this sort of friendliness couldn't really be normal for a dragonrider. They all insisted on telling him to adapt and that he should make do with the situation at hand. He was going to Impress! He would be an asset to the Weyr. When he thought about it, N'gelt was the first who didn't seem to bring it up into conversation. There was still time, though. For now, that meant that N'gelt got away with placing his hand on the Harper's slender shoulder. "And your name?"
A sly smile flashed briefly across his face. He had to admit, there were some good points to N'gelt. Erisi was more than happy to play anything that wasn't a ballad. "Do you really have to ask? Of course I can. I'm a horrible Harper." Usually he'd ask for some coinage, but he'd take a concession with N'gelt. The man was rather big. Erisi would enjoy avoiding physical conflict with him.
Erisi lifted a hand to push some hair back out of his face, and re-situated himself so that both of the heels of his boots rested on the ground. It was a slightly more serious posture for music that would have probably made the MasterHarper twinge with disgust. He strummed a first few, experimentally hard notes, and then easily fell into a tune that didn't quite possess enough harmony, nor any 'soft' range that his teachers would have preferred. What Erisi had failed to pick up in actual knowledge, he had always excelled with music. The moment he had been promoted from Apprentice to Jr. Journeyman he had started playing in taverns. The environment suited him more than a classroom, but even then they usually preferred music that was upbeat and easy to dance to.
What he was playing now definitely wasn't that. At first it could have sounded like a bunch of notes thrust together, but there was an underlying melody that kept it from being terrible to listen to.
"I never insisted that I was a good Harper, by their definition at least. If I had stayed at the Hall any longer, they probably would have called me an imposter." Erisi answered in a light, crisp voice. There could be a bite to his words, but he left it out. His voice was the sort of voice that seemed to mock his companions with every intonation and change in pitch. The young Harper was taking a chance with N'gelt, because fighting with the man really was going to end him up on Candidates Isle. D'ren likely wouldn't tolerate further misbehavior from him. Maybe if got he all buddy-buddy with a dragonrider, D'ren would consider Erisi 'cured'.
He almost snorted at the idea.
"...Erisi," he replied, almost with an air of caution about him, like even he didn't trust N'gelt being so friendly. His blue eyes were fixed on the hand laying heavily on his shoulder, and he was beginning to think that this sort of friendliness couldn't really be normal for a dragonrider. They all insisted on telling him to adapt and that he should make do with the situation at hand. He was going to Impress! He would be an asset to the Weyr. When he thought about it, N'gelt was the first who didn't seem to bring it up into conversation. There was still time, though. For now, that meant that N'gelt got away with placing his hand on the Harper's slender shoulder. "And your name?"
A sly smile flashed briefly across his face. He had to admit, there were some good points to N'gelt. Erisi was more than happy to play anything that wasn't a ballad. "Do you really have to ask? Of course I can. I'm a horrible Harper." Usually he'd ask for some coinage, but he'd take a concession with N'gelt. The man was rather big. Erisi would enjoy avoiding physical conflict with him.
Erisi lifted a hand to push some hair back out of his face, and re-situated himself so that both of the heels of his boots rested on the ground. It was a slightly more serious posture for music that would have probably made the MasterHarper twinge with disgust. He strummed a first few, experimentally hard notes, and then easily fell into a tune that didn't quite possess enough harmony, nor any 'soft' range that his teachers would have preferred. What Erisi had failed to pick up in actual knowledge, he had always excelled with music. The moment he had been promoted from Apprentice to Jr. Journeyman he had started playing in taverns. The environment suited him more than a classroom, but even then they usually preferred music that was upbeat and easy to dance to.
What he was playing now definitely wasn't that. At first it could have sounded like a bunch of notes thrust together, but there was an underlying melody that kept it from being terrible to listen to.
