26.Jan.12, 01:17 AM
The tension was slowly beginning to ease again. Erisi probably wouldn't consider it wise of himself to start bad talking the Weyrleader, but he was an opinionated sort of person, and more often than not his word was going to be heard. In the end, he wasn't sure he really liked or disliked D'ren. In all likelihood, his emotions leaned towards dislike merely based on the man's position in the scheme of things. D'ren probably had a hand in instigating the ridiculous plot to drag people from the north to the south against their will. That was still unforgivable, and not something Erisi could dismiss.
"I hear being polite is for Senior Journeymen Harpers. I'm still at liberty to talk in any way I please," he said airily. He bent down, picking the guitar up again to give his hands something to do other than grumpily fold over his chest. It was a good thing he did, because his guitar may be needed as a shield when Ronarth's head lowered close to him again. He heard the dragon, and assumed that it meant he was being spoken to.
"Has a hard time of showing it, don't you think? When you feel bad about something, most people usually don't do it." It was a step to be talking to Ronarth, though he felt... mildly embarrassed to be speaking out loud to a dragon that didn't have to move its lips to talk back. It probably seemed like he was talking to himself to anyone who happened to catch what he was saying. "Your dragon is fine... as long as he stays still." Perhaps Ronarth wasn't intentionally seeking out Erisi's death, but it could certainly happen accidentally. One bump from Ronarth would probably break a bone, or five. Probably ten.
Erisi figured he was probably overreacting. "Mmm, no. I like my feet on the ground. I like singing, and I like playing my music. I've never wanted anything much more than that, except for the occasional dimglow to leave me alone." Ronarth was making far more progress with Erisi than D'ren. The dragon couldn't be blamed for his bonded's actions, anyways.
"I hear being polite is for Senior Journeymen Harpers. I'm still at liberty to talk in any way I please," he said airily. He bent down, picking the guitar up again to give his hands something to do other than grumpily fold over his chest. It was a good thing he did, because his guitar may be needed as a shield when Ronarth's head lowered close to him again. He heard the dragon, and assumed that it meant he was being spoken to.
"Has a hard time of showing it, don't you think? When you feel bad about something, most people usually don't do it." It was a step to be talking to Ronarth, though he felt... mildly embarrassed to be speaking out loud to a dragon that didn't have to move its lips to talk back. It probably seemed like he was talking to himself to anyone who happened to catch what he was saying. "Your dragon is fine... as long as he stays still." Perhaps Ronarth wasn't intentionally seeking out Erisi's death, but it could certainly happen accidentally. One bump from Ronarth would probably break a bone, or five. Probably ten.
Erisi figured he was probably overreacting. "Mmm, no. I like my feet on the ground. I like singing, and I like playing my music. I've never wanted anything much more than that, except for the occasional dimglow to leave me alone." Ronarth was making far more progress with Erisi than D'ren. The dragon couldn't be blamed for his bonded's actions, anyways.