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27.Mar.12, 11:26 PM
The smart thing to do would be to crawl up the Weyrleader's ass and inform him that I'shan had decided that taunting young Weyrlings was too much fun to pass up. Charath probably would have approved of the action, since it'd give them a chance to look nice and respectable to the Weyrleader. Erisi however, had a tendency to get angry, and when he got angry, he was less think first act later, and more act first and think later. His blue eyes grew colder, and the wealth of emotions that coursed through his veins even startled his own dragonet. She had been paying attention to begin with, and now her eyes flashed yellow with genuine alarm at how I'shan was talking to her bonded about her and how poorly her bonded was taking it.
Erisi wouldn't take any insult to his dragonet, and he would not stand for any such implications when his dragonet was only a few days old. For Faranth's sake, this man absolutely had no sharding shame, and someone needed to step up and beat some sense into the dimglow's head. Stop! You'll get us in trouble. You'll make us look bad! Don't do anything! I'll handle it. Please, it's all right. It's okay, I promise. Her eyes whirled a distressed yellow, though as she continued to talk her voice became less demanding and more coaxing, as if urging a child away from a temper tantrum. The Kitchenfolk observed her with concern, unsure of how to really act when a Weyrling and Dragonrider were on the verge of fighting.
I will get him later. He can do nothing to us, because you have me, and I'm the best green. His kind are nothing compared to us. We are better.
For some reason, her words worked, though he calmed down more out of concern for his dragonet's well being. He could hear the distress in her voice, and there was nothing in the entirety of Pern that could convince him that stressing out his dragonet so cruelly was a good thing to do. Still, even without acting in anger, he still had a few ways he could confront I'shan. He could take the high road and talk to D'ren, or he could stoop to I'shan's level. Either way, he did not doubt that if talked to D'ren, I'shan would attempt to wiggle into the Weyrleader's favor to somehow turn this situation back on Erisi. Charath would have voiced her opinion, which was vastly different from Erisi's, if he had not already made up his mind.
He leaned back against the kitchen counter, knowing that behind him Charath was trying to climb down to be able to get over to her bonded's side. "He'd have to catch her, and Charath would never let the Weyr's trash touch her. Like rider, like dragon? I feel bad for your's, since he got stuck with the lowest of people."
Erisi wouldn't take any insult to his dragonet, and he would not stand for any such implications when his dragonet was only a few days old. For Faranth's sake, this man absolutely had no sharding shame, and someone needed to step up and beat some sense into the dimglow's head. Stop! You'll get us in trouble. You'll make us look bad! Don't do anything! I'll handle it. Please, it's all right. It's okay, I promise. Her eyes whirled a distressed yellow, though as she continued to talk her voice became less demanding and more coaxing, as if urging a child away from a temper tantrum. The Kitchenfolk observed her with concern, unsure of how to really act when a Weyrling and Dragonrider were on the verge of fighting.
I will get him later. He can do nothing to us, because you have me, and I'm the best green. His kind are nothing compared to us. We are better.
For some reason, her words worked, though he calmed down more out of concern for his dragonet's well being. He could hear the distress in her voice, and there was nothing in the entirety of Pern that could convince him that stressing out his dragonet so cruelly was a good thing to do. Still, even without acting in anger, he still had a few ways he could confront I'shan. He could take the high road and talk to D'ren, or he could stoop to I'shan's level. Either way, he did not doubt that if talked to D'ren, I'shan would attempt to wiggle into the Weyrleader's favor to somehow turn this situation back on Erisi. Charath would have voiced her opinion, which was vastly different from Erisi's, if he had not already made up his mind.
He leaned back against the kitchen counter, knowing that behind him Charath was trying to climb down to be able to get over to her bonded's side. "He'd have to catch her, and Charath would never let the Weyr's trash touch her. Like rider, like dragon? I feel bad for your's, since he got stuck with the lowest of people."
