16.Mar.13, 09:57 PM
Isscer had slipped into the party earlier, looking freshly scrubbed and dressed in his nicest tunic. Of course, what he considered his nicest was very much out-of-date, but at least it was clean and made him look presentable. With his face and hands scrubbed clean and his damp hair washed and combed down flat, Isscer looked remarkably put-together. Typically he was rumpled and dirt-smeared; he tugged at the neck of his rust-colored tunic, scratching at his collarbone, observing the crowd from his vantage point near the back of the Gather Square.
Isscer sipped on a glass of wine, lazily people watching. He was somewhat amazed that he had managed to get away with brooding in the back, but perhaps that meant that his glare was improving in strength. The crowd appeared to be primarily weyrlings and riders, but he swore he saw some crafters interspersed, a brief glimpse of knots here and there in the crowd.
But it was V'zire with his mess strewn all over the table that caught Isscer's eye, and had for some time. He had found himself drawn to the spectacle again and again, trying to figure out the hang-dog expression on the greenrider's face and why he thought it proper to bring a sharding firelizard clutch to a Graduation event. Isscer was not adverse to the idea of a firelizard, but had never seen the appeal in collecting them like other appeared to do. He supposed they could be useful, and there was something to be said about how tiny they were when they were hatchlings, but he had always considered them a step down from a dragon.
With time, however, that view had changed. The many flitts around the Weyr had changed Isscer's mind; they were nowhere near as intelligent as dragons, and many of the crafters had flitts and seemed perfectly fine with them. It wasn't necessarily something to worry and fret over, as Impressing a firelizard was very different from Impressing a dragon. He was more open to firelizards than dragons, seeing little threat in them, and so V'zire's table was intriguing to say the least.
Isscer got to his feet after draining his cup, making his way through the crowd towards V'zire's table. "You must be excellent at finding firelizard clutches. I don't think I've ever seen this many gathered together." He cast a curious look over the many eggs, considering it, before he dared to ask, "Are you looking to get rid of them?"
Isscer sipped on a glass of wine, lazily people watching. He was somewhat amazed that he had managed to get away with brooding in the back, but perhaps that meant that his glare was improving in strength. The crowd appeared to be primarily weyrlings and riders, but he swore he saw some crafters interspersed, a brief glimpse of knots here and there in the crowd.
But it was V'zire with his mess strewn all over the table that caught Isscer's eye, and had for some time. He had found himself drawn to the spectacle again and again, trying to figure out the hang-dog expression on the greenrider's face and why he thought it proper to bring a sharding firelizard clutch to a Graduation event. Isscer was not adverse to the idea of a firelizard, but had never seen the appeal in collecting them like other appeared to do. He supposed they could be useful, and there was something to be said about how tiny they were when they were hatchlings, but he had always considered them a step down from a dragon.
With time, however, that view had changed. The many flitts around the Weyr had changed Isscer's mind; they were nowhere near as intelligent as dragons, and many of the crafters had flitts and seemed perfectly fine with them. It wasn't necessarily something to worry and fret over, as Impressing a firelizard was very different from Impressing a dragon. He was more open to firelizards than dragons, seeing little threat in them, and so V'zire's table was intriguing to say the least.
Isscer got to his feet after draining his cup, making his way through the crowd towards V'zire's table. "You must be excellent at finding firelizard clutches. I don't think I've ever seen this many gathered together." He cast a curious look over the many eggs, considering it, before he dared to ask, "Are you looking to get rid of them?"