18.Apr.12, 07:03 PM
Erisi needed to find a basket, or something that could carry enough meat rolls that also prevented him from looking like a fool. He could always say they were having a picnic, and he needed as much food as he could carry. It would be a viable excuse too, if there was anything else in the basket but meat rolls. Why did his dragonet have to be so difficult? Charath rarely seemed to care when her bonded was made to suffer, and the only time she did care was when he was potentially embarrassing them. The green dragonet had this annoying habit of wanting him to look good, but not caring in the least if she stirred up some trouble. What point was there in him behaving if she wouldn't do the same? That was mine. Her dark voice resounded in his head as he took a bite out of a meat roll himself. He liked them well enough, but clearly did not have such a fascination with them as Charath had. He could attribute it to her being so young that everything had to taste unique and interesting.
'I'm having one, for Faranth's sake. I came here to begin with for myself.' He grumbled at her, which those words alone were probably why she did not offer any assistance when someone else decided to talk to him. Her bonded could handle it well enough on his own, though she did watch on with interest through Erisi's eyes.
He heard his name, turning to look over at S'kef. While first he had been curious, now he was flat out irritated. S'kef. He was sure the Weyr had felt at peace with the man bedridden from some sort of plague. The Weyrling almost wondered if he was contagious, but then again if he had been, it was doubtful he'd be allowed to roam the Weyr unless... He eyed S'kef with hard blue eyes, and then decided that the man clearly did not have the strength to slip out of his bed unnoticed by the Healers. Rejection nearly formed at the tip of his tongue, because like shells he was going to do anything this man wanted. He had witnessed the pleasure S'kef had taken in beating B'jin, and thus wanted nothing to do with the previous Weyrsecond. Erisi certainly did not want to end himself in B'jin's position.
Just do it. I don't want you getting into another fight. But maybe a punch to your other cheek will make your face mask.
'The bruising is long gone - I'd look horrendous.'
Then get him some tealeaves and bring me my meat rolls. Okay, so she would look out for Erisi every once in a while. She knew her bonded's ability to get into trouble was high, and not the kind of trouble that was fun.
'With how he looks, I could probably take him...' But even as he said that he was reaching for the tealeaves, already agreeing that this was a better option than having a whip taken to his back. Still, he didn't even want to have to get near enough to S'kef to hand them to the man. "Here," he spoke in a way that was completely dismissive, as if he was better than S'kef. Erisi probably thought that way, too. He certainly wasn't as depraved as the other man to take pleasure in beating the crap out of someone. Erisi passed off the tealeaves, and expected the man to take off.
When S'kef didn't do so immediately, he frowned. "Shouldn't you be in bed? You look about ready to fall over."
Phrasing! You're being abrasive without even trying. How many turns have you practiced this?
'I am not being--'
You are.
'I'm having one, for Faranth's sake. I came here to begin with for myself.' He grumbled at her, which those words alone were probably why she did not offer any assistance when someone else decided to talk to him. Her bonded could handle it well enough on his own, though she did watch on with interest through Erisi's eyes.
He heard his name, turning to look over at S'kef. While first he had been curious, now he was flat out irritated. S'kef. He was sure the Weyr had felt at peace with the man bedridden from some sort of plague. The Weyrling almost wondered if he was contagious, but then again if he had been, it was doubtful he'd be allowed to roam the Weyr unless... He eyed S'kef with hard blue eyes, and then decided that the man clearly did not have the strength to slip out of his bed unnoticed by the Healers. Rejection nearly formed at the tip of his tongue, because like shells he was going to do anything this man wanted. He had witnessed the pleasure S'kef had taken in beating B'jin, and thus wanted nothing to do with the previous Weyrsecond. Erisi certainly did not want to end himself in B'jin's position.
Just do it. I don't want you getting into another fight. But maybe a punch to your other cheek will make your face mask.
'The bruising is long gone - I'd look horrendous.'
Then get him some tealeaves and bring me my meat rolls. Okay, so she would look out for Erisi every once in a while. She knew her bonded's ability to get into trouble was high, and not the kind of trouble that was fun.
'With how he looks, I could probably take him...' But even as he said that he was reaching for the tealeaves, already agreeing that this was a better option than having a whip taken to his back. Still, he didn't even want to have to get near enough to S'kef to hand them to the man. "Here," he spoke in a way that was completely dismissive, as if he was better than S'kef. Erisi probably thought that way, too. He certainly wasn't as depraved as the other man to take pleasure in beating the crap out of someone. Erisi passed off the tealeaves, and expected the man to take off.
When S'kef didn't do so immediately, he frowned. "Shouldn't you be in bed? You look about ready to fall over."
Phrasing! You're being abrasive without even trying. How many turns have you practiced this?
'I am not being--'
You are.