11.Feb.12, 05:54 AM
Erisi didn't necessarily believe Talian to be weak, since perhaps giving in was the better option for them. Erisi just had a terrible habit of doing the things that weren't technically good for him. He refused to let himself be subdued by Katila Weyr. If there was a way to persevere and not belong to this place, Erisi was one of those people that would find it. There was a determination in him that Talian didn't possess. Maybe it was the differences in their crafts. Talian knew limitations, because limitations lied within facts. Erisi saw no limitations - if he had the will to do something, he would certainly try and do it. He was raised with a free mind, and that wasn't something that was going to be changed just because someone wanted it to.
"Would she? Would she attack her own children, hurt them, just to keep them trapped? Would they really risk dragons fighting just so they could reign in two individuals? I could Impress, and since you can't Stand, I could get us out of here. It's better than not trying anything, right?" He knew that Katila wanted no information of their existence leaking out, and that it was improbable to fathom an escape on dragon's wing. But, if Erisi thought there was a chance in such a course of action, he would take it. If he could get himself and Talian out of here, back home where they belonged, he would do it. Vindictively, it was probable that he'd spread word about Katila Weyr and what desperate actions they had taken. The main goal was freedom, though, and he would focus on that. It was an idea, a better one than the ones he had come up with.
By now Erisi would have moved out of the embrace, but as much as he had needed it, he could sense that Talian needed it just as much. So, he didn't fight against Talian's tight arms, allowing the man to cling to him, and allowing himself likewise to absorb the comfort the gesture brought. A few moments of miserable silence passed, and then he felt Talian's lips press softly to his cheek. He knew what the gesture was, an apologetic one. But, there was part of him that would have preferred a kiss to his lips - something to distract himself from his woes. With Talian, that was out of the question, even if it was tempting. Instead, all he could do was turn his cheek into the soft kiss, and accept it for what it was.
"I really don't do kisses on the cheek," he finally spoke up again, a playful tone lining the words. It was a half-hearted attempt to cheer them up, even if part of it was true. He really didn't usually take kisses on the cheek. Such a gesture outside of the bedroom was a little too intimate for his comfort level.
"Would she? Would she attack her own children, hurt them, just to keep them trapped? Would they really risk dragons fighting just so they could reign in two individuals? I could Impress, and since you can't Stand, I could get us out of here. It's better than not trying anything, right?" He knew that Katila wanted no information of their existence leaking out, and that it was improbable to fathom an escape on dragon's wing. But, if Erisi thought there was a chance in such a course of action, he would take it. If he could get himself and Talian out of here, back home where they belonged, he would do it. Vindictively, it was probable that he'd spread word about Katila Weyr and what desperate actions they had taken. The main goal was freedom, though, and he would focus on that. It was an idea, a better one than the ones he had come up with.
By now Erisi would have moved out of the embrace, but as much as he had needed it, he could sense that Talian needed it just as much. So, he didn't fight against Talian's tight arms, allowing the man to cling to him, and allowing himself likewise to absorb the comfort the gesture brought. A few moments of miserable silence passed, and then he felt Talian's lips press softly to his cheek. He knew what the gesture was, an apologetic one. But, there was part of him that would have preferred a kiss to his lips - something to distract himself from his woes. With Talian, that was out of the question, even if it was tempting. Instead, all he could do was turn his cheek into the soft kiss, and accept it for what it was.
"I really don't do kisses on the cheek," he finally spoke up again, a playful tone lining the words. It was a half-hearted attempt to cheer them up, even if part of it was true. He really didn't usually take kisses on the cheek. Such a gesture outside of the bedroom was a little too intimate for his comfort level.