27.Jan.12, 12:28 AM
"I am pretty sure you put yourself in a bad spot to begin with anyways," Erisi commented with a dismissive snort. Talian had just made an unfortunate choice by seeking Erisi out for aid over anyone else. Erisi had thought that segregating himself from the core group was enough of a hint to leave him be, but people seemed to be incapable of taking his subtle hints. It was like he was inviting them over by being as off-putting as possible, and it made absolutely no sense to him.
Talian had taken his bucket, and he was actually unsure if he was happy about that or not. He certainly didn't have to share, but perhaps it was his fault for saying Talian could use it and expecting the man to pick up on the subtle inclinations of his tone that said to not touch what was his. Thinking on that, he decided not to bite the other man's head off for taking his bucket. Erisi would just get up and grab another one when Talian left. His legs could probably use the stretch, since he could not recall how long he had been sitting in the same position. Stiff knees were the worst, and he could use a small break from doing his chores.
"You sound a great deal more content than I," Erisi scoffed. He wasn't really buying Talian's sympathy ploy. In the end, everyone seemed to think it was better for the weyr to steal people from their homes and drop them off in deplorably hot conditions. "I'm assuming that your arrival was fairly jolly?" Why he was even bothering to try and talk to Talian was beyond him. Perhaps he was really just that bored, or perhaps he had gone too long without venting. Erisi was concerned that if he didn't express himself every so often, his mind would implode from all the frustrations it was trying to keep in. "Nothing beats getting drugged and swept off your feet to a new wondrously sunny land," he continued in a mockingly singsong tone of voice. At least he wasn't mocking Talian this time, and his singsong voice was far less grating than his normal one.
Talian had taken his bucket, and he was actually unsure if he was happy about that or not. He certainly didn't have to share, but perhaps it was his fault for saying Talian could use it and expecting the man to pick up on the subtle inclinations of his tone that said to not touch what was his. Thinking on that, he decided not to bite the other man's head off for taking his bucket. Erisi would just get up and grab another one when Talian left. His legs could probably use the stretch, since he could not recall how long he had been sitting in the same position. Stiff knees were the worst, and he could use a small break from doing his chores.
"You sound a great deal more content than I," Erisi scoffed. He wasn't really buying Talian's sympathy ploy. In the end, everyone seemed to think it was better for the weyr to steal people from their homes and drop them off in deplorably hot conditions. "I'm assuming that your arrival was fairly jolly?" Why he was even bothering to try and talk to Talian was beyond him. Perhaps he was really just that bored, or perhaps he had gone too long without venting. Erisi was concerned that if he didn't express himself every so often, his mind would implode from all the frustrations it was trying to keep in. "Nothing beats getting drugged and swept off your feet to a new wondrously sunny land," he continued in a mockingly singsong tone of voice. At least he wasn't mocking Talian this time, and his singsong voice was far less grating than his normal one.