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09.Feb.12, 06:22 PM
Unfortunately, Erisi had no calming voice resounding in his head, advising him to take a step back and clear his head. I'shan had Ilveriath to fall back on, and Erisi only had himself. He liked to think that was all he actually needed. Erisi had done just fine by himself, up until he let himself get kidnapped by some dimglowed, wherry-ass-sniffing, brown-nosed dragonrider. However, Erisi was sorely lacking a voice of reason in those moments where he got truly upset. Usually, he was intelligent enough to know when to back down. Right now, he just didn't care. He hated the man who was standing in front of him, and he felt very inclined to let that hate be known.
I'shan had taken a single step closer to Erisi, and while instinct egged him on to take a step back to put some space between them, Erisi firmly held his ground. He was not going to be pushed around by a sharding Searchrider. His fingers tightened against the folds of his sleeves, lips sealing themselves in a firm, unmovable line. Every inch of his posture screamed towards hostility, and if he was pressed too much, he would respond. He hated I'shan enough to suffer through more time spent on Candidate Isle if the man pissed him off enough that he had to retaliate.
"I don't think you have any right to call me 'friend'," Erisi answered with an unwavering, hushed tone. It was a step up from his first vehement response to realizing who it was in the storage room with him. A larger step up would be for Erisi to turn around and leave, but he hated the idea of backing down to I'shan. He especially wasn't backing down with how I'shan was talking to him. Their meeting was at a huge risk at spiraling downwards. It was already appearing to do just that.
"Physically, I'm a sharding dandy. I'm as healthy as I can whoop-dee-sharding-doo be. I don't think that's by far as questionable as how I'm emotionally and mentally doing. So thanks for caring about, but I properly don't give a wherry's ass about it." Erisi had a habit of talking in such a way that every word was mocking, belittling I'shan for pointing out the obvious. He didn't care that the man was trying to remain on decent terms with him. I'shan was going to have to try a whole lot harder than that.
"So, since it looks like you need things to be explained to you very carefully before it'll seep into your thick dragonrider skull. I am not your friend. I do not like you. I hate this place. I hate nearly every inhabitant in here. I hate your methods of kidnapping, your inability to stand up and say 'No, this is wrong, I don't want to'. If I have to continue, you have some absolutely deplorable facial features that I could spend an entire sevenday elaborating on." The first few were valid complaints. It was clear by the last one that Erisi had lost patience entirely.
I'shan had taken a single step closer to Erisi, and while instinct egged him on to take a step back to put some space between them, Erisi firmly held his ground. He was not going to be pushed around by a sharding Searchrider. His fingers tightened against the folds of his sleeves, lips sealing themselves in a firm, unmovable line. Every inch of his posture screamed towards hostility, and if he was pressed too much, he would respond. He hated I'shan enough to suffer through more time spent on Candidate Isle if the man pissed him off enough that he had to retaliate.
"I don't think you have any right to call me 'friend'," Erisi answered with an unwavering, hushed tone. It was a step up from his first vehement response to realizing who it was in the storage room with him. A larger step up would be for Erisi to turn around and leave, but he hated the idea of backing down to I'shan. He especially wasn't backing down with how I'shan was talking to him. Their meeting was at a huge risk at spiraling downwards. It was already appearing to do just that.
"Physically, I'm a sharding dandy. I'm as healthy as I can whoop-dee-sharding-doo be. I don't think that's by far as questionable as how I'm emotionally and mentally doing. So thanks for caring about, but I properly don't give a wherry's ass about it." Erisi had a habit of talking in such a way that every word was mocking, belittling I'shan for pointing out the obvious. He didn't care that the man was trying to remain on decent terms with him. I'shan was going to have to try a whole lot harder than that.
"So, since it looks like you need things to be explained to you very carefully before it'll seep into your thick dragonrider skull. I am not your friend. I do not like you. I hate this place. I hate nearly every inhabitant in here. I hate your methods of kidnapping, your inability to stand up and say 'No, this is wrong, I don't want to'. If I have to continue, you have some absolutely deplorable facial features that I could spend an entire sevenday elaborating on." The first few were valid complaints. It was clear by the last one that Erisi had lost patience entirely.
