09.Feb.12, 11:50 PM
I'shan rubbed his lip and watched with a mixture of curiosity and remorse as Erisi wilted before him. The young man, previously so blind with rage, was suddenly paltry and sickly looking. While normally he might have been boastful or even proud of himself for vanquishing a perceived foe, I'shan couldn't muster so much as a smirk. He frowned.
He knows you have power over him Ilveriath said, his soothing voice rolling into I'shan's mind without causing so much as a ripple. I'shan took comfort in the dragon's presence. It helped focus his belligerence. "Erisi," he said, standing straight and walking towards the candidate. He kept his arms folded in front of him, his way of showing Erisi that he wasn't going to retaliate. At least not physically.
That boy blames us for his pain. Would you not do the same, were tyou in his situation? Wouldn't you prefer someone tangible to express your anger towards? Ilveriath said in a wispy voice.
I'shan agreed silently, but he still did not excuse Erisi for striking him.
He stood before Erisi and pointed at his lip. "You know what will happen to you when I tell the Weyrleader about this, right?" he said, his voice settling down to a mellow and even tone. All the anger drained out, though a glint of deathly seriousness remained in his eyes. "He would ruin you. You would belong to him, do you understand that?" As if Erisi wasn't already the Weyr's property. I'shan frowned.
"...But if I was in your position...I probably would have wanted to hit someone, too," he said. "You are frustrated, and well...I was being a prick." That was the closest to an apology that Erisi was getting. I'shan could grudgingly admit that Erisi had a good reason to be slinging fists. "So I'm not going to tell the Weyrleader. But Erisi, dragons don't lie...if I need to change my mind later, Ilveriath will back me up."
He knows you have power over him Ilveriath said, his soothing voice rolling into I'shan's mind without causing so much as a ripple. I'shan took comfort in the dragon's presence. It helped focus his belligerence. "Erisi," he said, standing straight and walking towards the candidate. He kept his arms folded in front of him, his way of showing Erisi that he wasn't going to retaliate. At least not physically.
That boy blames us for his pain. Would you not do the same, were tyou in his situation? Wouldn't you prefer someone tangible to express your anger towards? Ilveriath said in a wispy voice.
I'shan agreed silently, but he still did not excuse Erisi for striking him.
He stood before Erisi and pointed at his lip. "You know what will happen to you when I tell the Weyrleader about this, right?" he said, his voice settling down to a mellow and even tone. All the anger drained out, though a glint of deathly seriousness remained in his eyes. "He would ruin you. You would belong to him, do you understand that?" As if Erisi wasn't already the Weyr's property. I'shan frowned.
"...But if I was in your position...I probably would have wanted to hit someone, too," he said. "You are frustrated, and well...I was being a prick." That was the closest to an apology that Erisi was getting. I'shan could grudgingly admit that Erisi had a good reason to be slinging fists. "So I'm not going to tell the Weyrleader. But Erisi, dragons don't lie...if I need to change my mind later, Ilveriath will back me up."