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13.Feb.12, 11:46 PM
Erisi was understandably pissed. Usually he was just pissed, but right now he had as good a reason as any to be upset. He couldn't comprehend why the Weyrleader would make him associate further with I'shan, the sharding dragonrider he had punched in the face. Erisi knew what type of person I'shan was - vindictive from the top of his head to the very tips of his toes. Erisi was the same, actually, and perhaps that was one of the reason they clashed so often. Their personalities were similar in all the wrong ways, and Erisi had a good reason to hold a grudge with I'shan to begin with. They were two people who were destined to never get along, and so the Weyrleader came up with the sharding brilliant idea of having Erisi cater to I'shan's dragon, and in a way I'shan himself.
They were trying to break him. Unfortunately, by this point he was far too determined to remain pissed off at the entire Weyr. When pushed, he pushed back. I'shan should know that well enough by now, considering the angry punch he had thrown at the Searchrider's face. Luckily, Erisi could not punch well. He was a Harper, people naturally assumed they solved all of their issues through song. Let him sing a happy ballad to cheer himself up, or an aggressive one to vent his frustrations! ...Right, no. There were more effective ways for Erisi to deal with his frustration. Then again, his usual option was unavailable. He certainly wasn't going to attempt more with Talian, unless the boy showed some amazing inclination to the idea. There were a few other people... but Erisi hated the idea of seeking them out. He liked opportunity to knock on his door.
So, shardit, he'd vent through song if he had to.
Singing a ballad the he and Valerian came up with was a little... out of the question. Erisi had been sure to fit in ever derogatory word he could think of for their dragon riding friends. Valerian had the skill to make it flow and not seem like a hurling of insults. The words would certainly attract more trouble than Erisi needed to deal with, and seeing as he was walking a thin line with the Weyrleader, it was better to avoid singing one of his horrible ballads. So, he would hum the little ass of a song until his throat grew sore.
That was right, he'd take his shots where he could. The words in his head were enough to make him smile. He strummed a more chipper tune (if he was insulting them, it was going to be with the happiest tune anyone had ever sharding heard) on his guitar. The young man was seated on a wooden bench, one leg draped over the other, guitar propped lazily against his thighs. The song was only doing a little for his mood, but it was better than nothing.
They were trying to break him. Unfortunately, by this point he was far too determined to remain pissed off at the entire Weyr. When pushed, he pushed back. I'shan should know that well enough by now, considering the angry punch he had thrown at the Searchrider's face. Luckily, Erisi could not punch well. He was a Harper, people naturally assumed they solved all of their issues through song. Let him sing a happy ballad to cheer himself up, or an aggressive one to vent his frustrations! ...Right, no. There were more effective ways for Erisi to deal with his frustration. Then again, his usual option was unavailable. He certainly wasn't going to attempt more with Talian, unless the boy showed some amazing inclination to the idea. There were a few other people... but Erisi hated the idea of seeking them out. He liked opportunity to knock on his door.
So, shardit, he'd vent through song if he had to.
Singing a ballad the he and Valerian came up with was a little... out of the question. Erisi had been sure to fit in ever derogatory word he could think of for their dragon riding friends. Valerian had the skill to make it flow and not seem like a hurling of insults. The words would certainly attract more trouble than Erisi needed to deal with, and seeing as he was walking a thin line with the Weyrleader, it was better to avoid singing one of his horrible ballads. So, he would hum the little ass of a song until his throat grew sore.
That was right, he'd take his shots where he could. The words in his head were enough to make him smile. He strummed a more chipper tune (if he was insulting them, it was going to be with the happiest tune anyone had ever sharding heard) on his guitar. The young man was seated on a wooden bench, one leg draped over the other, guitar propped lazily against his thighs. The song was only doing a little for his mood, but it was better than nothing.
