05.May.13, 03:13 PM
The tension in the room was nigh unbearable; Isscer shrunk in on himself momentarily but was forced to straighten when Talian approached. They knew one another, but they had never been particularly close; Isscer had made a habit of not becoming particularly close to anyone, really. He had not been happy when Talian had Impressed, viewing it as a betrayal, but there was nothing to be done about it now.
The numbweed removed some of the ache, but Isscer was careful not to move. It became harder as he fought the urge to scowl; the two weyrbrats were just like every other Southerner: rude to a fault. Admittedly, Isscer had not expected S'kef to get violent with Indivara, but a punch to the face was nowhere near as bad as a broken nose.
More so than anything else, Isscer just desperately wanted them to leave. He was afraid of Indivara and Ryvain both, knowing that they were surely more well-liked than he was, and fearing that they would seek revenge. Isscer did not want to cause more problems for himself by aggravating an already tense situation, but there wasn't much he could really do about it. If they wanted to find him, they knew where he was--Katila wasn't so large that he could hide--and they surely had the friends to gang up on him as well.
As such he was content to keep quiet, though he alternated between watching Talian lay down the ground rules and glaring at the pair of weyrbrats. Ha, serves them right! I suppose Talian hasn't changed so much after all...
The numbweed removed some of the ache, but Isscer was careful not to move. It became harder as he fought the urge to scowl; the two weyrbrats were just like every other Southerner: rude to a fault. Admittedly, Isscer had not expected S'kef to get violent with Indivara, but a punch to the face was nowhere near as bad as a broken nose.
More so than anything else, Isscer just desperately wanted them to leave. He was afraid of Indivara and Ryvain both, knowing that they were surely more well-liked than he was, and fearing that they would seek revenge. Isscer did not want to cause more problems for himself by aggravating an already tense situation, but there wasn't much he could really do about it. If they wanted to find him, they knew where he was--Katila wasn't so large that he could hide--and they surely had the friends to gang up on him as well.
As such he was content to keep quiet, though he alternated between watching Talian lay down the ground rules and glaring at the pair of weyrbrats. Ha, serves them right! I suppose Talian hasn't changed so much after all...