Of Food And Song

Writers: Rebecca, Cali
Date Posted: 24th December 2005

Characters: F'gol, Aletta
Description: Aletta meets and hides Figol.
Location: Harper Hall
Date: month 9, day 17 of Turn 3
Notes: 1 of 2

Whoa, you okay?" Figol asked between breaths to the girl he had just smacked into. He had been running and rounded the corner without thinking there might be someone on the other side. "I'm really sorry, I didn't see you there."

"I'm fine candidate. Why the hurry? No clutch hatching." Aletta didn't recognize him but assumed he was a candidate.

Distracted, he looked back the way he had come but saw no followers...yet. He then looked around him and the girl and discovered he didn't recognize this part of the Weyr. "Um, no hurry, I just uh, have to go, nice meeting you!" He said hastily in a low voice as he turned to speed away again.

"Whoa yourself, whats going on? Where are you going?" She grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

She wasn't much bigger or older than he was he thought as he sized her up, and he could probably wrestle free of her, but she was a dragonrider by knots and knew better than to try. "Can we go somewhere else, like out of the corridor? We wouldn't want to impede traffic with our friendly conversation!" He said, trying to sound indifferent.

Aletta smirked. She'd known too many weyrlings to buy his tone. "You mean your running from someone and don't want to get caught? All right then, come with me." she lead him into the infirmary. "No one comes in here unless they have no choice."

"You know, there's probably a reason for that, this place smells like redwort and numbweed!" He didn't really mind though, as long as he was out of sight if those boys came through.

"You could always wait for your friends in the hallway?" She suggested sweetly. "Then you'd be in here because _you_ needed to be. Whats your name anyway?"

With the infirmary door making him relatively safe, Figol felt more comfortable and relaxed into a chair. "Mine's Figol, what's yours?" "Aletta rider of green Farsith and apprentice healer." she told him,her pride obvious in her voice. "Your a harper? Did you come here with the hall?"

"Yeah, on the boat, it was great. I even saw some dolphins!" he replied excitedly. It had been his first time out on a boat and he had loved every minute of it.

"So just harping or are you going to stand for a clutch or two? she asked, it was strange having a crafthall in the Weyr when one had just left."

"I don't know," he said with a shrug, "It sounds great in the ballads and all, but young dragons seem to take an awful lot of work, and I like being a harper. Maybe I'll just watch for a while and see."

"It's not that much work, or at least it doesn't feel that way. They love you so much, everything you do is worth it."

Figol crinkled his nose and shrugged. He never had much experience with love or loving and work still sounded like work. "We'll see. Do you have any food here?"

"Nothing you want to eat, but if you'll stay here, and quite, I'll grab some lunch from the kitchens, a working break?"

He looked at her suspiciously, "A working break? What do I have to do?" "Just some sweeping." she replied with a little smile. "After all you're not an apprentice healer, I need to do some studying."

He thought about protesting, but sweeping wasn't really that bad, and he was hungry, and he didn't like the idea of leaving the safety of the infirmary just yet. "All right, deal."

"I'll be right back. DON'T touch anything. No matter what."

He balked at the notion that he couldn't be trusted alone, but he agreed, "Just don't forget dessert!"

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