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11.Feb.12, 01:37 AM
The nickname was one his friends had given him back in the North, and he responded to it naturally. Talian had Erisi's eyes on him for a few seconds before that gaze flickered away. The fact that he couldn't even hold Talian's gaze spoke enough for how unsettled Erisi was feeling. Erisi could be calm, Erisi could definitely be angry, but he was very rarely in a gloomy mood like this. Meeting up with his Searchrider hadn't induced a sort of panic in Erisi, but rather a whole other sort of emotions. Anger had been one of the more predominant ones, and the one he had used to guide himself through the uncomfortable encounter. He had pushed it too far, though, and Erisi knew that. He didn't like the position he had ended up in because of his anger. He felt perfectly justified for his emotions, but he really wished things hadn't ended up the way they had.
The words 'I'm sorry' weren't exactly comforting, but neither were they unwelcome. The gesture of Talian's hand on his shoulder received a similar response, which could be unsettling. It simply looked as if Erisi did not care in that moment what Talian did, he didn't care for the comfort his friend was trying to give him. He knew that he was doomed, and there really was no comforting that sort of feeling. Talian really didn't have a clue how sorry he should be feeling for Erisi, and Erisi was honestly still struggling with telling Talian the depths of the issue. He sighed again, which was one too many times for one evening. It was a sound that Talian was likely going to get used to quickly.
"We argued," he started. It wasn't surprising. Shells, it was probably inevitable. Erisi was an outspoken individual, and fairly verbally aggressive when he wanted to. Talian should have expected Erisi to argue with I'shan at the very least. "I didn't even want to run into him. I've been avoiding him on purpose, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. He pissed me off, like, really pissed me off." There was a minimal amount of flow to his thoughts, likely from some Harper storytelling ability that had been engraved onto his mind. He knew how to tell a story, but he was distraught enough that he couldn't tell it well. Talian wasn't getting the information of where this happened, or what was said in there argument. He was just told that an argument had happened.
"When I say pissed off, I mean he really knew how to push me over the edge. I punched him. In the face. He'll probably tell D'ren soon, and if he doesn't he's made it clear that he'll hold it against me. I behave in a way he doesn't enjoy, then he'll tell D'ren. I'm so sharding screwed either way! I'll get put back on that miserable excuse of an island. If I'm lucky, I won't get so bad a punishment as Volfetti got for trying to run away. But, I'm not holding my hopes up." It was actually... more than Erisi had intended to share. He only wanted to say the bare minimum, because revealing what he had done was uncomfortable enough for him already. Erisi shifted anxiously on the bed, bowing his head to hide from Talian the extent of his dread.
The words 'I'm sorry' weren't exactly comforting, but neither were they unwelcome. The gesture of Talian's hand on his shoulder received a similar response, which could be unsettling. It simply looked as if Erisi did not care in that moment what Talian did, he didn't care for the comfort his friend was trying to give him. He knew that he was doomed, and there really was no comforting that sort of feeling. Talian really didn't have a clue how sorry he should be feeling for Erisi, and Erisi was honestly still struggling with telling Talian the depths of the issue. He sighed again, which was one too many times for one evening. It was a sound that Talian was likely going to get used to quickly.
"We argued," he started. It wasn't surprising. Shells, it was probably inevitable. Erisi was an outspoken individual, and fairly verbally aggressive when he wanted to. Talian should have expected Erisi to argue with I'shan at the very least. "I didn't even want to run into him. I've been avoiding him on purpose, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. He pissed me off, like, really pissed me off." There was a minimal amount of flow to his thoughts, likely from some Harper storytelling ability that had been engraved onto his mind. He knew how to tell a story, but he was distraught enough that he couldn't tell it well. Talian wasn't getting the information of where this happened, or what was said in there argument. He was just told that an argument had happened.
"When I say pissed off, I mean he really knew how to push me over the edge. I punched him. In the face. He'll probably tell D'ren soon, and if he doesn't he's made it clear that he'll hold it against me. I behave in a way he doesn't enjoy, then he'll tell D'ren. I'm so sharding screwed either way! I'll get put back on that miserable excuse of an island. If I'm lucky, I won't get so bad a punishment as Volfetti got for trying to run away. But, I'm not holding my hopes up." It was actually... more than Erisi had intended to share. He only wanted to say the bare minimum, because revealing what he had done was uncomfortable enough for him already. Erisi shifted anxiously on the bed, bowing his head to hide from Talian the extent of his dread.
