31.Jan.12, 05:21 AM
Erisi needed a break. He probably would have run away if it was even remotely feasible, but since he was stuck on the Southern Continent... escape was unlikely. He had little to no survival skills to boot, so actually living through his escape attempt was unlikely. The best he could do was leave the Weyr and escape into the forest for a few hours. He doubted anyone cared enough about him to actually look for him. His chores had been done to the best of his abilities... which he was also lacking. Then again, washing dishes took no particular talent, just a whole lot of patience that surprisingly yet again Erisi did not possess. It was a common theme, apparently. Erisi was good at one thing, and that was music. He did not have the energy and motivation to invest his learning in anything else.
Sadly, dragonriders did not take that as a plausible excuse for not doing chores.
Erisi was dressed down for once, because sitting on the ground was bound to be dirty, and he didn't want to ruin his good clothes. Earthly tones, admittedly, were not his color. Harper blue was, but that color was hard to come by, and Erisi lamented every day that he had to go without it. First, he was kidnapped, and then he had to discover that he had none of his things with him. It was two blows, one right after another, and it gave Erisi an even greater excuse to be unhappy. Really, he did not think he needed an excuse.
He was perfectly justified in his hate of dragonriders.
Grumbling to himself, he took a seat at the trunk of a tree, leaning his back against the hard bark. The area was delightfully quiet, and the perfect break from Weyr life. Closing his eyes, he could very well pass out for a few good hours. He would have, too, if he hadn't thought he heard something. Sitting up, he rubbed irritably at his eyes, turning to carefully peek around the corner of the tree.
What the...?
"How long have you been there?"
Sadly, dragonriders did not take that as a plausible excuse for not doing chores.
Erisi was dressed down for once, because sitting on the ground was bound to be dirty, and he didn't want to ruin his good clothes. Earthly tones, admittedly, were not his color. Harper blue was, but that color was hard to come by, and Erisi lamented every day that he had to go without it. First, he was kidnapped, and then he had to discover that he had none of his things with him. It was two blows, one right after another, and it gave Erisi an even greater excuse to be unhappy. Really, he did not think he needed an excuse.
He was perfectly justified in his hate of dragonriders.
Grumbling to himself, he took a seat at the trunk of a tree, leaning his back against the hard bark. The area was delightfully quiet, and the perfect break from Weyr life. Closing his eyes, he could very well pass out for a few good hours. He would have, too, if he hadn't thought he heard something. Sitting up, he rubbed irritably at his eyes, turning to carefully peek around the corner of the tree.
What the...?
"How long have you been there?"