11.Feb.12, 05:17 AM
He didn't want to hear that. Erisi did not want to be told that there was nothing they could do but relent and give into this Weyr's desires. Erisi was a fighter by nature, and just giving up like Talian was suggesting went against it. The Harper had no desire to be trapped in this Weyr for the rest of his life, nor had he any desire to be initiated into the dragonrider ranks. It was probably the easiest path, to give up and give in. It'd save Erisi a lot of pain if he would just do that, but he hated the idea of it. He hated the thought that giving in would only bring more satisfaction to their captors. That's what he really could only conceivably call them. They stopped being the honorable dragonriders of legend a long time ago, from the moment they stole their first Candidate out of foolish desperation.
Erisi sighed, the strength seeping from his shoulders, his gaze downcast to the sheets of Talian's bed. This wasn't at all how he wanted his evening to go. He never wanted to run into I'shan, and he never wanted to need the comfort of somebody else, or hear that everything was hopeless. All he wanted was to drink, perhaps to escape the thoughts in his head that Talian had been voicing for him. He shifted on the bed, carelessly leaning his head against Talian's shoulder. He had already given in to Talian's first tentative attempts to comfort him, and since he had screwed himself over in that department, he saw no harm in screwing himself over for more for that temporary comfort. Erisi was going to regret being what he considered clingy towards Talian this evening.
Talian was speaking grim words, and those words were working their terrible magic on Erisi, briefly dragging him down into a state more of grief than distress. "And I can't bear to stand by and let them walk over me. I can't just... give up." He knew it was the better option, and maybe he'd even be happier if he just gave in. But, he refused to, he had enough backbone to make up for Talian's lack of it.
"If we Impressed, if I even want to be dragged onto those wretched sands. When our dragons grow up, couldn't we just... leave? Couldn't we fly home? Between home?" It was a last-ditch effort to get himself out of a situation he truly disliked.
Erisi sighed, the strength seeping from his shoulders, his gaze downcast to the sheets of Talian's bed. This wasn't at all how he wanted his evening to go. He never wanted to run into I'shan, and he never wanted to need the comfort of somebody else, or hear that everything was hopeless. All he wanted was to drink, perhaps to escape the thoughts in his head that Talian had been voicing for him. He shifted on the bed, carelessly leaning his head against Talian's shoulder. He had already given in to Talian's first tentative attempts to comfort him, and since he had screwed himself over in that department, he saw no harm in screwing himself over for more for that temporary comfort. Erisi was going to regret being what he considered clingy towards Talian this evening.
Talian was speaking grim words, and those words were working their terrible magic on Erisi, briefly dragging him down into a state more of grief than distress. "And I can't bear to stand by and let them walk over me. I can't just... give up." He knew it was the better option, and maybe he'd even be happier if he just gave in. But, he refused to, he had enough backbone to make up for Talian's lack of it.
"If we Impressed, if I even want to be dragged onto those wretched sands. When our dragons grow up, couldn't we just... leave? Couldn't we fly home? Between home?" It was a last-ditch effort to get himself out of a situation he truly disliked.