Expectations

Writers: Devin, Cali
Date Posted: 27th February 2009

Characters: F'gol, E'ron
Description: The two blueriders talk.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 27 of Turn 4

E'ron approached his fellow weyrling cautiously. "Um, F'gol?"

"Hey E'ron, what's up?" F'gol said looking up from where he was tucking his sheet under his mattress.

"I know this was all a surprise to you." It was a surprise to E'ron, too. Well, part of it. "And if you need help catching up, I can help. I was a Candidate for almost a Turn." He felt awkward, and he hated it. He'd always been confident and popular and now he felt so out of place.

Part of F'gol was really getting tired of everyone saying they wanted to help him, he was pretty sure half the Weyr had made the offer by now. Still, he had a feeling he'd be needing all that help so he just nodded and smiled. "Thanks E'ron. So, what do you think? Think it'll pass inspection?" If there was one thing that F'gol _was_ prepared for, it was barrack inspections, he'd had to do those for turns at the Harper Hall.

"Sure. It looks great." Neater than his, but his would do. E'ron stood there for a moment, his heart speeding up. "Did you think you would get blue? I mean, I know you didn't expect to get a dragon at _all_ but was it -- was the color a surprise?" he asked, a little rushed.

F'gol's eyes got round. He'd talked to L'pin about being a bluerider, but no one else had brought it up to him. He _still_ didn't know if he'd really processed what it all meant. "Was your color a surprise to you?"

E'ron looked down at the bed. "Everyone thought I would Impress bronze. I believed them."

"I wouldn't have thought blue if I'd ever _thought_ about being a dragonrider." F'gol finally answered his question. He wondered how many out of their clutch were surprised and even unhappy about the color they ended up with.

"Everyone looks at me ... different now." E'ron supposed it would be harder for F'gol. His friends were at the Hall and hadn't been taught to accept blue and greenriders.

F'gol frowned as he tried to think about how people looked at _him_. He'd never met any of these people until the hatching, so they'd never looked at him any other way. Of course, when he'd gone back to the Hall he'd gotten plenty of odd looks. He'd thought that was because they were mad at him for Impressing... but maybe that wasn't it. "I don't look at you any different, and you shouldn't let other people bother you. If they've got an issue with what color your dragon is, then that's their problem."

"I can't blame them for not knowing what to think of me. _I_ don't know what to think of me."

"I don't know what to think of me either." F'gol admitted. If F'gol had to be honest with himself, he was probably in denial about the whole thing. L'pin had said he didn't _have_ to be with men, so he just pushed it out of his mind. One day he might think about what would happen if he _wanted_ to be with a man, but today was not that day.

"Maybe we just need time to figure it out," E'ron said. "I suppose all of us will come out of training different people. Not just us blueriders."

F'gol nodded as he considered it. "We all did have very different lives before we Impressed."

"And we all have the same life, now. Sort of."

F'gol remembered the pillow on his dresser and reached over to grab it, placing it at the head of his bunk, pleased at the look of his bed as a whole. "You said everyone thought you were going to Impress bronze... did that include you?"

"Yes. I thought maybe ... maybe brown." And he'd carefully ignored any hint of attraction towards men, because he wasn't like that.

"Me too." F'gol admitted, for while he hadn't wanted to be a dragonrider, he'd be lying if he said he never thought about what if. "I wouldn't trade Tealth though, not even for bronze."

"Me either. Feykenth is the most perfect thing in the world." E'ron smiled fondly.

F'gol looked over at E'ron's bunk next to his and gave a quick tsk tsk. "Here, let me show you how to do those corners right. You don't want to have to remake it."

"Hey!" E'ron protested. "It was good enough when I was a Candidate!"

"Well then you have a lax inspector." F'gol replied disapprovingly, "That sort of stuffing wouldn't have been allowed at the Harper Hall."

E'ron huffed. "You're sure picky enough to ride blue," he teased.

F'gol didn't know what that was supposed to mean, so he ignored him while he pulled out the bottom corners and folded the ends of the blanket before tucking them in sharply. "See, much more crisp and clean looking."

"Yes. Maybe you should make my bed all the time." He smirked.

"Sure, I'll trade you for mucking out Tealth's couch." he smirked back. Turns of making a bunk made it second nature, not really a chore.

E'ron stuck his tongue out. "Not a fair trade."

F'gol shrugged like he didn't care, he'd had to try. "Three days a sevenday then? For everyday doing your bunk."

E'ron shook his head. "The bed stays the same size. The dragon keeps getting bigger."

"All right, I wouldn't take the trade either." F'gol gave in with a chuckle. "But remember the offer stands, when you get told off to remake it."

"Making the bed twice is better than shovelling dung twice." He nudged F'gol. "C'mon, let's go eat!"

F'gol gave another quick assessment of his bunk and floor. It was alot cleaner than most of the boys' space so he was satisfied as he followed E'ron out. "Race you!"

Last updated on the February 28th 2009

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