23.Oct.12, 08:36 PM
Erisi decided he could let the 'kid' comment slide, but he couldn't help but frown a little disapprovingly. Erisi hardly considered himself a kid by now. He had stopped being a kid a long time ago. "Then my life has become particularly spicy after coming here," he responded with a small smile. "Back up North I had everything going the way I planned it. I made decent money, got to mostly do what I enjoy, and nothing was particularly surprising or dangerous in my life." Erisi very much liked to have a high level of control over his own life, which was a weird trait for someone who seemed to bed hop every other day. When he was.... uh, 'Searched', his nice ideal life was thrown completely out of order. When Charath came, things only worsened. She ran his life now, and he was still adjusting to that idea. He was going to be a dragonrider, whether he wanted to be or not. It very much sucked that he was no longer capable of choosing what path his life too.
Sharding Green.
You would be lonely without me, Charath's voice purred darkly into his mind. She had a habit of listening to his thoughts when she had nothing better to do. He supposed it was better than her formulating dastardly plots to prank poor Weyrfolk. I am the only one you looooveee. The only one who puts up with your sleeping around with everyone. The only one who can handle your whining when you have to get up early. The green prattled on and on in his head, coming up with various and numerous reasons why no one else could tolerate him.
Eventually he ushered a 'Shut up, Charath' into her mind. Z'ia was trying to talk to him, and he could hardly listen to his rambling dragon and the bluerider at the same time. "That was the most vague answer you could have given me," he teased, flashing the bluerider a toothy grin. He had to admit that he was relieved that Z'ia's company wasn't unpleasant. Erisi was sure that the bluerider's attitude would eventually grate on his nerves - there were few people the Weyrling could tolerate for lengthy periods of time. But, for now Z'ia was almost charming.
The man's question surprised him, two dark brows arching high on his forehead. Well, that was certainly blunt. "Mmm, I don't know, she rose four months ago for the first time, so who knows when she's due to go again?" A pause, and then a coy smile played across his face, "You'll just have to hope you're lucky enough to be around when she does."
Sharding Green.
You would be lonely without me, Charath's voice purred darkly into his mind. She had a habit of listening to his thoughts when she had nothing better to do. He supposed it was better than her formulating dastardly plots to prank poor Weyrfolk. I am the only one you looooveee. The only one who puts up with your sleeping around with everyone. The only one who can handle your whining when you have to get up early. The green prattled on and on in his head, coming up with various and numerous reasons why no one else could tolerate him.
Eventually he ushered a 'Shut up, Charath' into her mind. Z'ia was trying to talk to him, and he could hardly listen to his rambling dragon and the bluerider at the same time. "That was the most vague answer you could have given me," he teased, flashing the bluerider a toothy grin. He had to admit that he was relieved that Z'ia's company wasn't unpleasant. Erisi was sure that the bluerider's attitude would eventually grate on his nerves - there were few people the Weyrling could tolerate for lengthy periods of time. But, for now Z'ia was almost charming.
The man's question surprised him, two dark brows arching high on his forehead. Well, that was certainly blunt. "Mmm, I don't know, she rose four months ago for the first time, so who knows when she's due to go again?" A pause, and then a coy smile played across his face, "You'll just have to hope you're lucky enough to be around when she does."