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27.Feb.12, 04:51 AM
Erisi's assumptions were close to the mark. Despite how sheerly amazing N'gelt thought of himself, he was easy to read and predict. While it wasn't often he let his violent tendencies get the better of him occasionally he could be pushed into punching someone. Although it wasn't in his best interests, being a dragonrider had the exact same consequences as a candidate if you assaulted another member of the Weyr. Well, you got punished for it anyway.
Emptying the rest of the bottle into his mouth he sat up somewhat, glancing at Erisi's bottle. It was near finished, but not quite. Setting his down he listened to Erisi's words, giving them a soft chuckle. "They were pretty dramatic back then," he commented, thinking about the gossip and rumours that had been flung back and forth between all the Weyrs. The gossip they experienced at Katila was nothing compared to before the plague. Then again, that might have something to do with being able to disprove them at Katila much more easily than you could if it was another Weyr.
N'gelt's eyes slid over to Erisi's bottle again, deciding he would wait no longer. "Do you want another?" While he could be considered an angry drunk, it was one of the few times his generosity peeked. He had a sneaking suspicion that Erisi wouldn't want another ale, but of course, it would be rude to not offer. Not that he wanted to not be rude, if anything he was using it as his way of excusing himself to grab another bottle for himself. Standing he strode over to Saquith, giving the beast a great slap before heaving himself astride. "To home!" He shouted, pointing forward. Whether or not his hut was in that direction was another matter all together. Saquith leapt aloft, his great wings sweeping powerfully to gain height before they winked between.
A very faint pop occurred a few minutes later as they reappeared, N'gelt already holding an open bottle. Saquith swirled down, landing softly so not to disturb his rider. "Mmm, good boy." N'gelt growled, sliding down from his shoulders with a slight thump. Striding over to Erisi he sat down again, placing the bottles between them. The one he had already opened had a good third missing from it already, clearly he had started as soon as he had picked it up at his hut. With a soft grunt he nudged one of the bottles closer to Erisi.
Emptying the rest of the bottle into his mouth he sat up somewhat, glancing at Erisi's bottle. It was near finished, but not quite. Setting his down he listened to Erisi's words, giving them a soft chuckle. "They were pretty dramatic back then," he commented, thinking about the gossip and rumours that had been flung back and forth between all the Weyrs. The gossip they experienced at Katila was nothing compared to before the plague. Then again, that might have something to do with being able to disprove them at Katila much more easily than you could if it was another Weyr.
N'gelt's eyes slid over to Erisi's bottle again, deciding he would wait no longer. "Do you want another?" While he could be considered an angry drunk, it was one of the few times his generosity peeked. He had a sneaking suspicion that Erisi wouldn't want another ale, but of course, it would be rude to not offer. Not that he wanted to not be rude, if anything he was using it as his way of excusing himself to grab another bottle for himself. Standing he strode over to Saquith, giving the beast a great slap before heaving himself astride. "To home!" He shouted, pointing forward. Whether or not his hut was in that direction was another matter all together. Saquith leapt aloft, his great wings sweeping powerfully to gain height before they winked between.
A very faint pop occurred a few minutes later as they reappeared, N'gelt already holding an open bottle. Saquith swirled down, landing softly so not to disturb his rider. "Mmm, good boy." N'gelt growled, sliding down from his shoulders with a slight thump. Striding over to Erisi he sat down again, placing the bottles between them. The one he had already opened had a good third missing from it already, clearly he had started as soon as he had picked it up at his hut. With a soft grunt he nudged one of the bottles closer to Erisi.
