09.Feb.12, 10:07 PM
I'shan's expression tightened even more, his piercing eyes looking at Erisi with explosive pent-up rage. I'shan! You should not indulge him. Surely you can see it? He would like very much to strike you, but you are a dragonrider. You will be expected to restrain yourself better. Don't take the bait. Ilveriath cautioned. The blue often dealt with I'shan's flaring tantrums and let them be, knowing they would ultimately blow over and make I'shan feel better in the long run. This was a particularly risky one, though. If I'shan got in a fight with a candidate, his pride would be hurt even worse...in more ways than one.
I'shan paused. His dragon was right. Without gentle advice from Ilveriath, I'shan would probably be up the creek without a paddle by now. He wanted to scream in frustration, but his salvation came in a particular string of insults flung his way. Wilting penises? Rashed vaginas? Unable to contain himself, I'shan broke out into an unwillful smile and started to laugh.
It quickly turned into a giggle. He took several steps backwards, his arms wrapped around himself in mirth. His was a girilish, almost musical laugh and earned him plenty of harsh looked and jeers back in Harper Hall, but here it was just fine. He cast Erisi a wicked smile. "You know, I really think it's beneath me to exchange quips about sexual potency..." he admitted, less because he believed it to be true and more because it was a convenient way to diffuse the escalating conflict without admitting defeat.
I'shan. Calm. Ilveriath said sternly, his voice echoing in I'shan's head like an echo in a vast chasm.
I'shan wanted to frown, and mentally, he did. He continued to bristle with self-righteous anger, but Ilveriath had a point. I'shan wanted to pity Erisi, but the boy was just so disgustingly aggressive and intolerably bad-tempered! Perhaps I'shan's willingness to denounce the boy was a preemptive effort to avoid being hurt himself.
I'shan paused. His dragon was right. Without gentle advice from Ilveriath, I'shan would probably be up the creek without a paddle by now. He wanted to scream in frustration, but his salvation came in a particular string of insults flung his way. Wilting penises? Rashed vaginas? Unable to contain himself, I'shan broke out into an unwillful smile and started to laugh.
It quickly turned into a giggle. He took several steps backwards, his arms wrapped around himself in mirth. His was a girilish, almost musical laugh and earned him plenty of harsh looked and jeers back in Harper Hall, but here it was just fine. He cast Erisi a wicked smile. "You know, I really think it's beneath me to exchange quips about sexual potency..." he admitted, less because he believed it to be true and more because it was a convenient way to diffuse the escalating conflict without admitting defeat.
I'shan. Calm. Ilveriath said sternly, his voice echoing in I'shan's head like an echo in a vast chasm.
I'shan wanted to frown, and mentally, he did. He continued to bristle with self-righteous anger, but Ilveriath had a point. I'shan wanted to pity Erisi, but the boy was just so disgustingly aggressive and intolerably bad-tempered! Perhaps I'shan's willingness to denounce the boy was a preemptive effort to avoid being hurt himself.