29.Aug.12, 12:50 AM
A'liran was distantly aware of the younger greenpair nearby, but he didn't pay any attention to them outright. He knew them by sight: Erisi and Charath, the twin terrors of the weyrling barracks. Erisi was supposedly a total handful. A'liran liked that in theory, though he hoped it didn't get the kid's ass kicked one day like it had his. Ah, back in the day!
"Thanks," A'liran said, shifting his blue eyes to the younger man. He could feel Astoreth's hunger coursing through him with unusual vigor. She was ravenous today, tearing into the carcass like an angry feline shredding a crawler. A'liran liked it when she got like this. There was energy and power there. She made him feel strong.
"I'm surprised you know her name," A'liran said as he turned properly towards the young greenrider. "From what I've heard, Erisi of Charath isn't interested in much that doesn't concern himself." It wasn't a dig so much as a 'witty' remark. A'liran smiled and raised his eyebrows playfully. He half-expected the boy to get mad, but A'liran hadn't meant it in sincere aggression. He was in a playful mood.
Just to make sure, he elaborated. "You are Erisi, correct? Searched by I'shan and Ilveriath? What a wherry.." The last part was breathed quietly, though not so quietly that it couldn't be overheard. A'liran had no love for searchriders, especially not brown-screwing disgraces like that one. He just couldn't understand why they would volunteer for such a cruel task. The greenrider's lips twitched with a hint of catty distaste as he looked back to Astoreth, who had managed to completely cover her face, chest, and forelimbs in blood.
Classy
Shut up
A'liran's eyes widened in surprise. Well, wasn't she in a bad mood?
"Thanks," A'liran said, shifting his blue eyes to the younger man. He could feel Astoreth's hunger coursing through him with unusual vigor. She was ravenous today, tearing into the carcass like an angry feline shredding a crawler. A'liran liked it when she got like this. There was energy and power there. She made him feel strong.
"I'm surprised you know her name," A'liran said as he turned properly towards the young greenrider. "From what I've heard, Erisi of Charath isn't interested in much that doesn't concern himself." It wasn't a dig so much as a 'witty' remark. A'liran smiled and raised his eyebrows playfully. He half-expected the boy to get mad, but A'liran hadn't meant it in sincere aggression. He was in a playful mood.
Just to make sure, he elaborated. "You are Erisi, correct? Searched by I'shan and Ilveriath? What a wherry.." The last part was breathed quietly, though not so quietly that it couldn't be overheard. A'liran had no love for searchriders, especially not brown-screwing disgraces like that one. He just couldn't understand why they would volunteer for such a cruel task. The greenrider's lips twitched with a hint of catty distaste as he looked back to Astoreth, who had managed to completely cover her face, chest, and forelimbs in blood.
Classy
Shut up
A'liran's eyes widened in surprise. Well, wasn't she in a bad mood?