27.Jan.12, 10:46 PM
So, this wasn't exactly friendship, but it was the closest thing Erisi had gotten to it since arriving at Katila Weyr. He had secluded himself out of sheer stubbornness. The Harper had wanted nothing to do with anyone in the Weyr, and thought that congregating with the other Candidates would undoubtedly be depressing. Erisi liked to complain plenty himself, but when it came to listening to other people complain... his patience was limited, if not nonexistent. He could handle this conversation with Talian, though, mostly because he was directing it. There was a certain feeling of security when he was in control of the conversation, dictating what they talked about and what they didn't. While he had seemed nearly completely antisocial before, it was most likely due to the environment.
He was far more vocal back home, whether that be for better or for worse. It was likely worse.
"You don't really look like the drinking type," Erisi drawled with an inquisitive arch of his brow. It was hard to tell whether he was disapproving of Talian's tame nature. He could already tell that the other Candidate didn't well... get out as much, he just didn't seem to be the type to enjoy drinking and partying. "So you should definitely get some experience in now rather than later. What's the worst that could happen, anyways? It's not like we know anyone here." It was very unlikely that Erisi would get so drunk as to embarrass himself. He needed that sense of control over situations at all times to get drunk off his ass. But, hey, sometimes it was nice to entertain the idea.
"What?" and Erisi definitely sounded envious when it seemed as if Talian had somehow managed to get out of attending a Hatching. Erisi had been trying to think of ways to get out of it without getting his ass put back on Candidate Isle. "...Really? Well, congratulations, they removed you from your life for nothing. That's pretty ridiculous - not that any of us really want to Stand, but they've kidnapped you for little reason now. They want nice little Candidates for their nice little dragons, more than they want us for our actual skill." He kind of felt bad for Talian, almost as bad as he felt for himself.
"Maybe they'd be nice enough to send you back home... but I doubt it. They're really not that nice."
He was far more vocal back home, whether that be for better or for worse. It was likely worse.
"You don't really look like the drinking type," Erisi drawled with an inquisitive arch of his brow. It was hard to tell whether he was disapproving of Talian's tame nature. He could already tell that the other Candidate didn't well... get out as much, he just didn't seem to be the type to enjoy drinking and partying. "So you should definitely get some experience in now rather than later. What's the worst that could happen, anyways? It's not like we know anyone here." It was very unlikely that Erisi would get so drunk as to embarrass himself. He needed that sense of control over situations at all times to get drunk off his ass. But, hey, sometimes it was nice to entertain the idea.
"What?" and Erisi definitely sounded envious when it seemed as if Talian had somehow managed to get out of attending a Hatching. Erisi had been trying to think of ways to get out of it without getting his ass put back on Candidate Isle. "...Really? Well, congratulations, they removed you from your life for nothing. That's pretty ridiculous - not that any of us really want to Stand, but they've kidnapped you for little reason now. They want nice little Candidates for their nice little dragons, more than they want us for our actual skill." He kind of felt bad for Talian, almost as bad as he felt for himself.
"Maybe they'd be nice enough to send you back home... but I doubt it. They're really not that nice."