17.Apr.12, 02:34 AM
He didn't want to see Valerian, not because he disliked the man, because rest assured Valerian was one of the few tolerable people in this entire sharding Weyr, but rather because he really didn't want anyone to see his face. It hurt to even touch his cheek, and if a good look at himself in the morning hadn't been horrifying enough, the bruise had probably darkened and spread over the short course of the day. It looked like someone had smashed a rock to the side of Eri's face, and for all intents and purposes, N'gelt's fist had been as cruel as a rock. Erisi was such a vain creature that it was a surprise he was out of his room, but hunger called, and Charath was starting to express concern for his well being (which was just sickeningly nice of her, literally sickening, he had no idea what to do with a kind Charath).
When he heard his friend's voice, then, he didn't bother to lift his head, or even turn it to glance at the other Weyrling. He was almost hoping that Valerian would take the hint and wander to another table. Don't be like that, he'll probably make you feel better. Valerian is very admirable. And for Faranth's sake the last thing he wanted to hear right now was his own dragonet fawning over his friend. It wasn't Valerian's fault, but Erisi was in a particularly sensitive mood. "It's a new look," he answered softly, voice lacking his usual spunk. If that didn't clue Valerian in, well, then his friend was blind. He also should have known that Valerian would sit opposite of him - they were friends, he shouldn't have expected anything different. Erisi just... didn't want him to.
"I don't want to talk about it," came a more grumpy response as Erisi self-consciously fixed his hair to try and cover the unsightly bruise. Half of his face ended up being obscured from view, which was just fine with him. He'd rather be chided for having hair in his face over having one nasty bruise covering a good portion of it.
I will tell him, and I hate talking to humans. Charath said warningly, not to really torment her bonded, but rather because she thought talking about it would help put Erisi at ease.
So, after a lengthy pause, he caved a little bit. "N'gelt. I really don't want to talk about it. I look like a sharding wreck," he answered sullenly, clearly genuinely bothered by this development. That would explain the good bruise, though. If Erisi had to pick a fight with someone, N'gelt was one of the more capable people of breaking his face. Thank Faranth that punch hadn't hit his nose, or it would have been broken.
When he heard his friend's voice, then, he didn't bother to lift his head, or even turn it to glance at the other Weyrling. He was almost hoping that Valerian would take the hint and wander to another table. Don't be like that, he'll probably make you feel better. Valerian is very admirable. And for Faranth's sake the last thing he wanted to hear right now was his own dragonet fawning over his friend. It wasn't Valerian's fault, but Erisi was in a particularly sensitive mood. "It's a new look," he answered softly, voice lacking his usual spunk. If that didn't clue Valerian in, well, then his friend was blind. He also should have known that Valerian would sit opposite of him - they were friends, he shouldn't have expected anything different. Erisi just... didn't want him to.
"I don't want to talk about it," came a more grumpy response as Erisi self-consciously fixed his hair to try and cover the unsightly bruise. Half of his face ended up being obscured from view, which was just fine with him. He'd rather be chided for having hair in his face over having one nasty bruise covering a good portion of it.
I will tell him, and I hate talking to humans. Charath said warningly, not to really torment her bonded, but rather because she thought talking about it would help put Erisi at ease.
So, after a lengthy pause, he caved a little bit. "N'gelt. I really don't want to talk about it. I look like a sharding wreck," he answered sullenly, clearly genuinely bothered by this development. That would explain the good bruise, though. If Erisi had to pick a fight with someone, N'gelt was one of the more capable people of breaking his face. Thank Faranth that punch hadn't hit his nose, or it would have been broken.