15.May.13, 10:50 PM
I'shan didn't quite believe what he was hearing. He raised one brow and smiled at T'rielle, his expression settling somewhere between disbelief and amusement. "You? Come on now...you're a good greenrider," he said, both serious and teasing all in the same breath. I'shan had never been one to really rub hierarchy in people's faces knowingly, but he slight air of bluerider condescension was there, innocent and well-meaning, bolstered by his total obliviousness. T'rielle was a good greenrider! He didn't bitch and whine about his place in life, he didn't fight back during a nice flight, and he was okay being led around by the wrist from time to time. On top of all that, he was great fun to be around. See? Perfect greenrider.
Being a perfect greenrider and being a perfect angel weren't the same thing, though. I'shan snorted and waved one hand at T'rielle. "Who cares? You don't fuck up where it really matters," he said. "I dont remember the last time I saw you pitching a fit at the Weyrleader in public or something stupid like that. I think you're mistaking being badly behaved with being interesting and not friggin' boring," he said.
I'shan was a lot of talk, but in reality he was pretty scared of S'kef and his creepy followers, especially that T'rel. What an ass. I'shan wasn't likely to be causing much public trouble from now on, either. I'shan was less an active troublemaker and more had a passing disregard for rule-following. Maybe staying off the radar would be nice for the time being.
He realized at once that he was frowning. "Screw it," he declared aloud, realizing he'd let his fears catch up to him. He took another long drink. "So, anything else new going on? Anything at all? Tell me everything." Shards, tell me anything.
Being a perfect greenrider and being a perfect angel weren't the same thing, though. I'shan snorted and waved one hand at T'rielle. "Who cares? You don't fuck up where it really matters," he said. "I dont remember the last time I saw you pitching a fit at the Weyrleader in public or something stupid like that. I think you're mistaking being badly behaved with being interesting and not friggin' boring," he said.
I'shan was a lot of talk, but in reality he was pretty scared of S'kef and his creepy followers, especially that T'rel. What an ass. I'shan wasn't likely to be causing much public trouble from now on, either. I'shan was less an active troublemaker and more had a passing disregard for rule-following. Maybe staying off the radar would be nice for the time being.
He realized at once that he was frowning. "Screw it," he declared aloud, realizing he'd let his fears catch up to him. He took another long drink. "So, anything else new going on? Anything at all? Tell me everything." Shards, tell me anything.