Miscommunication

Writers: AL, Cali
Date Posted: 13th March 2009

Characters: F'gol, Meledei
Description: Meledei and F'gol work things out, sort of.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 1, day 23 of Turn 5

F'gol didn't think anything of being left alone during feeding or bathing times, or during meals, or at free time in the evening; it was what he wanted... at first. He'd decided during all that alone time that he was just going to focus on Tealth. He wasn't going to think about his music any more, at least not for awhile. If he was to be banished from the Harper Hall then fine, he knew he didn't have time to devote to composing now anyways. When he'd graduated however, he could fly anywhere he wanted, and if the Southern Harper Hall wouldn't take him, then he'd just go North. He could go anywhere on Pern on Tealth and he bet the Northern Harper Hall wouldn't refuse to teach him.

With those thoughts bolstering him, he realized that he was tired of all his alone time. He'd walked with Tealth over towards Meledei when it was time for baths, but Sorsha had walked in with Roseth so he'd settled on a few polite words with her instead. At lunch he'd tried to sit next to Meledei, but he'd found her in the middle of Afkica and Sorsha again. In fact, she'd been surrounded by her other friends at nearly all times and he hadn't been able to make as much as eye contact with her for two days.

Finally he found her alone coming back from the Weyr bowl right before lights out. "Hey, where've you been?"

Meledei stopped and shrugged, then resumed her slow pace toward the barracks. It had been the first time since their tiff that F'gol had even bothered to talk to her.

"What's wrong?" Was she mad at him? What'd he do now?

"Nothing." Was he really that dense? Did he just not get it? Meledei shook her head and shuffled her feet. Men.

F'gol sighed, he could tell she was in a mood. Women. "Well then where've you been?"

"Here." It was a stupid question, so Meledei simply gave a stupid answer.

He inwardly groaned, he didn't want to play games with her tonight. He tried to think what he could have done to annoy her, but he hadn't talked to her in days. Not since... "Are you still mad at me about not wanting to work with the Weyr harpers?"

"I'm not mad at you for not wanting to work with Weyr harpers." Meledei clarified stopping. She kept her gaze down and stuck her toe into the dirt. "I'm mad because you seem to have this attitude that they aren't as good because they are _Weyr_ harpers."

"Well they're not." He replied, confused as to what the problem was.

"And _why_ aren't they?" Meledei still refused to look at him and continued to fidget.

He didn't want to talk about the harpers, he'd told himself he wasn't going to think about them until he'd graduated. "Why does it matter, I don't see why any of this would make you mad at me anyways, it doesn't have anything to do with you."

"Because it does, F'gol." He didn't get it. He didn't see. "It seems that you consider them not good enough simply because they are Weyr Harpers. Does that mean that Weyr Healers are not good enough? Beastcrafters?" The girl finally lifted her gaze and looked him straight in the eye. "Weyrmen? Weyrwomen?"

"What are you _talking_ about?" F'gol cried, girls could be so confusing sometimes. "I don't have anything against Weyrmen and Weyrwomen. I just don't want to be taught by somebody who plays harper when they're bored. I want someone who is as obsessed by music as _I_ am to teach me, so I can be better... the _best_ even."

"And who's to say you can't find someone like that here at the Weyr?" Meledei pressed. "There are harpers here who only do harpering, nothing else. That's all they live, eat, and breathe for."

"If they did, they'd be at the Hall." He tended to think that any non-dragonrider harper at the Weyr was there because they enjoyed the loose morals the enviroment allowed, and that showed a lack of character. "But that still doesn't have anything to do with you. Shards girl, you know I think the world of you!"

"Do you?" The admission from F'gol caught Meledei by surprise. "But...I'm a weyrwoman. I'm from the Weyr. Born and raised here."

"So?" He still didn't understand what she was ranting about. "It doesn't make you any less the best friend I have here."

"But I thought things from the Weyr weren't good enough for you."

F'gol threw up his hands. "I never said that, and quit putting words into my mouth."

He was right, he hadn't said that. Meledei _knew_ he hadn't said that, though it had _felt_ like that's what he'd meant. "But..." She started then stopped as what Sorsha had talked to her about came to mind. Maybe she was right, all he needed was some time. Maybe eventually he'd realize that Weyr Harpers were just as good, that he could continue if he really wanted to. She hoped so. "So I'm really you're best friend, huh?"

"Well, yeah." He hesitated at her change in tone. He couldn't be sure if her ranting was over, though he certainly hoped it was.

"Sucks for you doesn't it?" Meledei kicked some dirt onto his boot and grinned.

F'gol relaxed a little bit, this was the sort of Meledei he liked... and understood. "Yeah, sort of, but I suffer through."

"We'd better get back." Meledei nodded in the direction of the barracks. "We don't have much time left and neither of us want to get into trouble."

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