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26.Jan.12, 01:14 AM
Erisi genuinely hoped that the dragon wouldn't be getting too close again. Dragons were okay at a distance, but when close up Erisi was sure he'd have a stress attack. Hah. That would certainly stick it to the Weyr. They went through all that trouble to kidnap him and he ends up dying not even a turn after arriving. Sure, it wasn't the ideal plan for Erisi's well being, but if he had to die, he at least wanted to stick it to someone while he was doing it. "I suppose when the plague struck, manners became less of a priority." There was little way to discern whether Erisi intended those words as an insult or was merely making an observation. Eventually an individual would learn that it's always safer to assume that Erisi is being insulting above all else. It was a natural talent of his.
A fine eyebrow arched upon his forehead at being called 'son', but if he was going to pick on things today, that was probably going to be the last thing he fixated his ire on. "Erisi," he introduced himself, making somewhat of an attempt to be nice, "Junior Journeyman Harper." It was probably easy to tell that he was not quite happy with his new arrangements. Erisi found it hard to believe that anyone could be happy to be whisked away on a dragon's back to some miserable overheated lands with even more miserable dragonrider company. But, some people didn't shine as brightly as others.
If it was difficult to tell that Erisi was unhappy with his situation, it became insurmountably easier when D'ren introduced himself as the Weyrleader. "Oh." The note was flat, bland, as if D'ren had lost every chance there ever had been to get on Erisi's good side. Whatever warmth there was to Erisi's face faded. Okay, he'd take having the dragon close rather than this man. D'ren's hand was left hanging in favor of Erisi putting his guitar gently down onto a bench. His arms folded against his chest, eyes casting themselves back to D'ren to give him an unamused expression. "So, how's the kidnapping faring this time of the season?" And he smiled, the sweetest smile he could manage.
He probably shouldn't pick fights with a Weyrleader, especially with his sharding huge dragon looming directly next to him. But, Erisi was in a daring mood, and at least intended to do nothing more than voice his voluminous amount of displeasure.
A fine eyebrow arched upon his forehead at being called 'son', but if he was going to pick on things today, that was probably going to be the last thing he fixated his ire on. "Erisi," he introduced himself, making somewhat of an attempt to be nice, "Junior Journeyman Harper." It was probably easy to tell that he was not quite happy with his new arrangements. Erisi found it hard to believe that anyone could be happy to be whisked away on a dragon's back to some miserable overheated lands with even more miserable dragonrider company. But, some people didn't shine as brightly as others.
If it was difficult to tell that Erisi was unhappy with his situation, it became insurmountably easier when D'ren introduced himself as the Weyrleader. "Oh." The note was flat, bland, as if D'ren had lost every chance there ever had been to get on Erisi's good side. Whatever warmth there was to Erisi's face faded. Okay, he'd take having the dragon close rather than this man. D'ren's hand was left hanging in favor of Erisi putting his guitar gently down onto a bench. His arms folded against his chest, eyes casting themselves back to D'ren to give him an unamused expression. "So, how's the kidnapping faring this time of the season?" And he smiled, the sweetest smile he could manage.
He probably shouldn't pick fights with a Weyrleader, especially with his sharding huge dragon looming directly next to him. But, Erisi was in a daring mood, and at least intended to do nothing more than voice his voluminous amount of displeasure.
