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26.Jan.12, 01:12 AM
Erisi's gaze cast upwards to the sky as a dragon circled by, lines of irritation creasing his forehead. Then again, it was hard to escape the reminder that he was stuck at some makeshift Weyr. Any sight of any dragon was certain to make the young man frown. Turning back to his instrument, he experimentally strung a few chords, and deciding that it sounded all right, began to play. His music, at least, did not talk back at him, and rarely gave him a headache. It was the one thing he had a true talent for, though if he had applied himself to his learning just as much as he did his music well, he could have said the same thing for teaching. Maybe he had fallen into the wrong Craft, learning and teaching was a huge part of being a Harper, and one part Erisi was stoutly refusing to partake in.
The dragon landed nearby, not close enough that his landing should trouble Erisi, but he could still feel a little gust of wind. It was actually a relief. The day was getting late, but the heat had yet to let up. Erisi wasn't going to be out to enjoy the Gather of a place he hated for very long, sweating made him feel gross. Again, he went back to his guitar, determined to block out everything and everyone. If someone enjoyed or hated his music, he didn't care. He liked it, and right now he was the only person around that mattered.
He was a good portion through a soothing tune that was helping to calm him down more than anything else when he heard a resounding 'hello' in his head. His fingers struck a decisively ugly note in his shock, shoulders jumping and gaze immediately seeking out whatever in Faranth's name had talked to him. Erisi couldn't quite figure it out, and that was frustrating him more than the fact that he had been talked to at all. His hand laid flat over the strings of his guitar to silence it. He hadn't drank at all yet (his taste for wine had been a little soured after his kidnapping, but not permanently so), thus the voice was definitely not just in his head.
He was irritable, not crazy.
Glancing to his side again, he noticed a dragonrider (there was really no mistaking them), and from his estimation a bronzerider. It was a step up from being a Searchrider, since it was usually the Blues and the Greens that got tasked with kidnapping defenseless craftsmen. Oh yes, that was the man that had dismounted from the grossly large bronze dragon. All dragons were grossly large. Erisi enjoyed things that were more his size, or at least not a good twenty times bigger than he.
Erisi had a split second decision to make. He could pretend not to notice the dragonrider and go back to playing, or talk to the man. He wasn't sure which option was more appealing. "Yeeesss?" he drawled in a way that was not entirely mocking, but it was still starting to hint at it. Maybe he needed to vent his irritation a little. This bronzerider was stupid enough to approach him, anyways.
The dragon landed nearby, not close enough that his landing should trouble Erisi, but he could still feel a little gust of wind. It was actually a relief. The day was getting late, but the heat had yet to let up. Erisi wasn't going to be out to enjoy the Gather of a place he hated for very long, sweating made him feel gross. Again, he went back to his guitar, determined to block out everything and everyone. If someone enjoyed or hated his music, he didn't care. He liked it, and right now he was the only person around that mattered.
He was a good portion through a soothing tune that was helping to calm him down more than anything else when he heard a resounding 'hello' in his head. His fingers struck a decisively ugly note in his shock, shoulders jumping and gaze immediately seeking out whatever in Faranth's name had talked to him. Erisi couldn't quite figure it out, and that was frustrating him more than the fact that he had been talked to at all. His hand laid flat over the strings of his guitar to silence it. He hadn't drank at all yet (his taste for wine had been a little soured after his kidnapping, but not permanently so), thus the voice was definitely not just in his head.
He was irritable, not crazy.
Glancing to his side again, he noticed a dragonrider (there was really no mistaking them), and from his estimation a bronzerider. It was a step up from being a Searchrider, since it was usually the Blues and the Greens that got tasked with kidnapping defenseless craftsmen. Oh yes, that was the man that had dismounted from the grossly large bronze dragon. All dragons were grossly large. Erisi enjoyed things that were more his size, or at least not a good twenty times bigger than he.
Erisi had a split second decision to make. He could pretend not to notice the dragonrider and go back to playing, or talk to the man. He wasn't sure which option was more appealing. "Yeeesss?" he drawled in a way that was not entirely mocking, but it was still starting to hint at it. Maybe he needed to vent his irritation a little. This bronzerider was stupid enough to approach him, anyways.
