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29.Jan.12, 08:58 PM
Erisi looked unimpressed, mostly because he was. It was clear that Talian had grown up in a completely different environment than he had if only drank wine with dinner. Erisi resisted the urge to rub his forehead, "We are really going to need to fix that." Someone was going to have to introduce Talian to actual living. Eri's opinion of the man was that Talian did not enjoy life much at all. The other Candidate certainly seemed like the type who would sit down all day and work, forgetting to eat every now and again because his work was that important. That was the impression Talian gave off, which wasn't bad, but Erisi didn't consider it good either.
"That their dragons made a mistake doesn't surprise me. Maybe they're getting sick again," Erisi could hope. It wasn't that he actually wanted dragons dying all over the place again, rather he was just feeling particularly vindictive against these dragons in this Weyr. Perhaps it wasn't even the dragons that were the problem either. If there was a dragonrider specific sickness, then well, Erisi would be pretty content over the dragonriders here getting what they deserved. Maybe not a deathly sickness either, just one that made them all painfully miserable for months. That would be perfect.
"They're covering their asses," Erisi replied with a roll of his eyes. His dishes were momentarily being neglected, but he thought that was well enough. They'd probably be happy he was talking to someone, even if that someone was equally displeased with the current situation, and even if all Erisi was doing in the conversation was whining about Katila Weyr. It was improvement to... a very small degree, but any improvement was better than none. For a while Erisi had been determined to be of absolutely no use to anyone. "Honestly, who cares about working right now? This isn't even within my skill assets." Erisi was basically telling Talian to stop working completely to sit and chat with him. He figured it was doing two things for him at once, making a friend and sticking it to some dragonrider asses.
"That their dragons made a mistake doesn't surprise me. Maybe they're getting sick again," Erisi could hope. It wasn't that he actually wanted dragons dying all over the place again, rather he was just feeling particularly vindictive against these dragons in this Weyr. Perhaps it wasn't even the dragons that were the problem either. If there was a dragonrider specific sickness, then well, Erisi would be pretty content over the dragonriders here getting what they deserved. Maybe not a deathly sickness either, just one that made them all painfully miserable for months. That would be perfect.
"They're covering their asses," Erisi replied with a roll of his eyes. His dishes were momentarily being neglected, but he thought that was well enough. They'd probably be happy he was talking to someone, even if that someone was equally displeased with the current situation, and even if all Erisi was doing in the conversation was whining about Katila Weyr. It was improvement to... a very small degree, but any improvement was better than none. For a while Erisi had been determined to be of absolutely no use to anyone. "Honestly, who cares about working right now? This isn't even within my skill assets." Erisi was basically telling Talian to stop working completely to sit and chat with him. He figured it was doing two things for him at once, making a friend and sticking it to some dragonrider asses.
