03.Apr.12, 02:14 PM
I'shan bristled again, eyes narrowing viciously as he zeroed in on Eri's own adamant gaze. Why had he even gotten himself in to this, he wondered bitterly? Hew knew the moment he stepped towards Erisi that it would end poorly, but now he was upset. Was he more thin-skinned than he imagined? Was he taken aback when Eri threw the first figurative punch? Or was part of him hoping that Eri's bite would have duller after his Impression? That maybe he'd come to realize that Katila wasn't so bad after all now that he'd experienced the miracle of the bond?
Moreover, I'shan wondered if these unusual thoughts were actually his own, or if Ilveriath's subtle, distant influence was introducing them. It wasn't like I'shan to sit around and ponder consequences, even he was self-aware enough to know that.
It is something to consider Ilveriath said in response to the unspoken question.
I'shan's back straightened and he lifted his chin, standing proud as he looked indignantly at the new green weyrling. "Erisi," I'shan said curtly, like he'd just taken a big bite of something sour. "I...."
How to say this? How did he explain that in spite of his cruel jabs, he'd actually hoped to see Erisi happy? After their last clashes, I'shan found it almost impossible to be truly polite to the boy, but on some level, I'shan still felt guilty for ruining the kid's life. But shards!
His expression softened visibly for just a moment as he tried to find words. So what was this after all, guilt? A desire to instigate? Boredom?
More guilt?
I'shan suddenly clenched his jaw shut and pointed an accusing finger at Erisi, his demeanor shifting like a lightning strike. "...That's why they call it catching!" he snapped cattily, the snap in his tone fueled by his frustration at being unable to articulate his true thoughts. He 'Hmph!'ed sensually at the little greenrider before spinning on his heels and walking away, acting like he'd won even though he felt like he'd lost.
Outside, Ilveriath was as gloomy as a rain cloud.
Moreover, I'shan wondered if these unusual thoughts were actually his own, or if Ilveriath's subtle, distant influence was introducing them. It wasn't like I'shan to sit around and ponder consequences, even he was self-aware enough to know that.
It is something to consider Ilveriath said in response to the unspoken question.
I'shan's back straightened and he lifted his chin, standing proud as he looked indignantly at the new green weyrling. "Erisi," I'shan said curtly, like he'd just taken a big bite of something sour. "I...."
How to say this? How did he explain that in spite of his cruel jabs, he'd actually hoped to see Erisi happy? After their last clashes, I'shan found it almost impossible to be truly polite to the boy, but on some level, I'shan still felt guilty for ruining the kid's life. But shards!
His expression softened visibly for just a moment as he tried to find words. So what was this after all, guilt? A desire to instigate? Boredom?
More guilt?
I'shan suddenly clenched his jaw shut and pointed an accusing finger at Erisi, his demeanor shifting like a lightning strike. "...That's why they call it catching!" he snapped cattily, the snap in his tone fueled by his frustration at being unable to articulate his true thoughts. He 'Hmph!'ed sensually at the little greenrider before spinning on his heels and walking away, acting like he'd won even though he felt like he'd lost.
Outside, Ilveriath was as gloomy as a rain cloud.