31.Jan.12, 02:58 AM
"It's their problem that they're not making children, and also their problem that I have no intention in aiding them in that particular endeavor, and even less intention of filling a child's role in this Weyr." The way Talian explained their tedious chores made the chores somehow seem even more degrading. They really were doing work intended for children and people who had no skills. Each Candidate these dragonriders were picking out had particular skills, particular assets that would benefit the Weyr's population. These assets weren't even being used because the dragonriders needed all this menial chores done. It was frustrating, and Erisi had such a high level of dignity that it was embarrassing to him to have to do dishes. These were chores he did as a child, and he was not a child anymore.
"That sounds right. You definitely look like a Healer." That was a trade that Erisi would have never picked up. He didn't like the idea of stitching people back up, taking care of the sick. It would probably help if he actually liked most people - it seemed like a prerequisite to being a Healer. Shells, it was probably a prerequisite to being a Harper, and somehow Erisi lucked out. The only time Erisi was truly likable was when he was tipsy, and less inclined to snap someone's head off for being a wherry. Surprisingly, he was a happy, if not a little flirty drunk. In his case, it was much better than being an angry and emotional drunk, since he was already angry enough and emotional enough from day to day.
"See? He shows up to take you away from the island, and the next time I see him is probably because he'll be taking me back to the island." It wouldn't surprise Erisi, mostly because he believed that the dragonriders thought they were doing right by sticking people on an a sharding island until they calmed down. Erisi didn't care to hide his opinion about his current situation. He was unhappy, and he was just the sort of person to make sure that everyone around him knew just how unhappy he was. His only personal goal right now was to make the Searchrider that picked him up really regret it.
"That sounds right. You definitely look like a Healer." That was a trade that Erisi would have never picked up. He didn't like the idea of stitching people back up, taking care of the sick. It would probably help if he actually liked most people - it seemed like a prerequisite to being a Healer. Shells, it was probably a prerequisite to being a Harper, and somehow Erisi lucked out. The only time Erisi was truly likable was when he was tipsy, and less inclined to snap someone's head off for being a wherry. Surprisingly, he was a happy, if not a little flirty drunk. In his case, it was much better than being an angry and emotional drunk, since he was already angry enough and emotional enough from day to day.
"See? He shows up to take you away from the island, and the next time I see him is probably because he'll be taking me back to the island." It wouldn't surprise Erisi, mostly because he believed that the dragonriders thought they were doing right by sticking people on an a sharding island until they calmed down. Erisi didn't care to hide his opinion about his current situation. He was unhappy, and he was just the sort of person to make sure that everyone around him knew just how unhappy he was. His only personal goal right now was to make the Searchrider that picked him up really regret it.