Delivery Boy

Writers: Eimi, Paula
Date Posted: 12th February 2009

Characters: Calla, Kuharin
Description: Calla becomes an unwilling participant in a cruel prank.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 1, day 6 of Turn 5

"Here, hand them to me. Let's get Calla to do it," Kuharin whispered, motioning his friend to hand him a wadded up piece of cloth. "Hey, Calla, come here a minute."

Calla didn't hear their call. The drudge was busy sweeping the floor of the dining cavern, before the meal time rush would begin.

**Dimglow...** "Call!" Kuharin called a little louder, walking over to tap the man on his shoulder. "Hello there, Calla!"

The sudden touch almost made Calla jump out his skin. "Wuh?" he asked, confused expression on his face. That expression was all too often on his face.

"Do you know Kipari? The pretty girl over there?" Of course, pretty was being exceedingly kind in the candidate'd mind. "I have something I need you to give her. Can you do that for me? She dropped it and I want to return it to her."

Calla nodded and took the item, putting his broom to rest against wall.

"But it's a secret. I don't want her to know that I was the one who found it, all right? If you keep my secret I'll give you something." He reached into his pocket for little figurine he had swiped the same time he had taken the girl's underwear. "I'll give you this if you keep my secret, ok?"

Calla glanced at the girls direction and nodded again. He thought he had figured out what was going on. The lad liked the girl but was too shy to approach her directly. He had seen such things happen before among the candidates.

"Now, do you _promise_ me, Calla?" Holding the figurine out, just waiting for confirmation before bestowing the gift on the man.

"Ye-ye yes," Calla stuttered and nodded again.

"Good man," Kuharin smiled, placing the figurine in one hand and the wadded cloth in the other. "Remember, it's a promise. Now go ahead."

Calla nodded again and left. He walked over to the pointed girl. With a smile on his face, he offered her the item.

The young woman looked up at surprise as at the man's approach. She took the piece of cloth he offered suspiciously. Unrolling it, her face turned crimson. It was her own undergarments, and as she unrolled it she could see rude drawings drawn in ink and the word 'slut' written across the crotch. For a moment the girl was speachless until her eyes, burning with flames or rage and anger, looked up into his. "Where in Faranth's name did you get this?"

Calla was now utterly confused. He just stared her helpless. He had made a promise after all.

"Where did you _get_ this, you sharding dimglow!" she all but screamed, furious and embarassed beyond belief.

Calla just shook his head. "So-so-so-s," he tried to stutter an apology but the words just refused to take a shape on his tongue.

"You thought this was _funny_?" Tears were in her eyes now. Tears of rage and betrayal. "What did I ever do to you, eh? What did I ever do to you?"

Calla shook his head again. He tried with his gestures and expression to communicate that he did not like it funny, and it was not her fault, that he was sorry.

"Since I've come here, all you people have done is try to cut me down and make me quit this place. But I am telling you now," she screamed, finger pointed straight at his eye, "I will not be chased away so easily! Do you get that?"

What else Calla could do than nod like an idiot? He wished he could talk properly so he could tell her that they been both had. The all to familiar frustration and anger reared its ugly head inside him.

Throwing down her mop she stalked off, panties shoved in a pocket as she wiped the tears from her face. As she rounded the corner, the sound of laughter could be heard coming from Kuharin and his friends.

Calla walked over to the snickering candidates, making a low, feral growl. He might be dimglow, half deaf and unable to speak right, but he wasn't _stupid_. He knew when he was being used to hurt someone else. And it made him angry. The anger inside him boiled so that all the reason fled. He slammed his fist into Kuharin's face.

"I gave you the figurine, didn't I?" the boy bellowed from the floor where he lay. He touched his fingers to his nose and was horrified when he felt something hot and sticking running out of it. "Have you cracked your shell?" His friends just stood over him and chortled, amused that he had been laid flat by the dimglow. "Hey, it's not funny!" he screamed at them, face turning red as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to stop the bleeding.

Calla growled again and dropped the figurine to his lap. Then he stalked away and returned to his broom. He would work out rest of his frustration by work. He knew he was probably going to get into trouble with the Headwoman with this.

Last updated on the February 16th 2009

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