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20.Mar.13, 10:49 AM
Isscer stared at Ryvain with a blank look before he rolled his eyes. Even that movement hurt, but it was worth it; the stupid Southerner didn't seem to realize that this was not his fight. It was more an annoyance than anything else, and Ryvain went for the most part unignored. Indivara's comment earned her a glare, and Isser spat out blood on the sands, not willing to waste more words on an impertinent girl when they would do no good.
He was in the process of getting to his feet, limbs shaky and weak, when S'kef swooped down on the three of them. Isscer hastily righted himself, willing his knees to do their job, watching with a detached air as S'kef hit the girl in the face. Normally Isscer might have been concerned, but he couldn't find it in himself to be concerned for a snotty brat like her. A Southerner through and through, and he scowled at her as she went, dragging her boy off the sands with her.
Her comment got his ire up, but Isscer wasn't about to make a bad situation worse. He wasn't entirely stupid; as a Northerner, he knew his situation was precarious. If he hated the Southerners, the weyrbrats who were selected as Candidates hated him more, no doubt thinking that the influx of Stolen crafters prevented them from Impressing. Isscer had no desire to bring more attention to himself, and hadn't even thought that Indivara would be provoked to such a reaction; keeping his head down was his main priority.
He shot a grateful look to S'kef, who he would always favor for his views on the North and the Northerners, and headed after the others, trying not to drip blood everywhere.
He was in the process of getting to his feet, limbs shaky and weak, when S'kef swooped down on the three of them. Isscer hastily righted himself, willing his knees to do their job, watching with a detached air as S'kef hit the girl in the face. Normally Isscer might have been concerned, but he couldn't find it in himself to be concerned for a snotty brat like her. A Southerner through and through, and he scowled at her as she went, dragging her boy off the sands with her.
Her comment got his ire up, but Isscer wasn't about to make a bad situation worse. He wasn't entirely stupid; as a Northerner, he knew his situation was precarious. If he hated the Southerners, the weyrbrats who were selected as Candidates hated him more, no doubt thinking that the influx of Stolen crafters prevented them from Impressing. Isscer had no desire to bring more attention to himself, and hadn't even thought that Indivara would be provoked to such a reaction; keeping his head down was his main priority.
He shot a grateful look to S'kef, who he would always favor for his views on the North and the Northerners, and headed after the others, trying not to drip blood everywhere.
