I Said Sorry!

Writers: Mirren, Chelle
Date Posted: 9th April 2012

Characters: Asley, E'ron
Description: Asley runs into E'ron in the hallway.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 7, day 4 of Turn 6
Notes: Mentioned: Pierka

Her workday was over and Asley was walking back to the part of the Weyr that was serving as barracks for the harper hall. They weren't proper barracks as it were, but the apprentice didn't distinguish really. Her hair hung behind her and she found herself thinking about something else, not the people who she passed.

E'ron had finished a long drill session. His sharding wingleader didn't seem to be happy with anything they'd done until they had done it twice. He yawned, his hand over his face, not looking as he bumped past someone. "Sorry," he said absently.

"Sorry?" came an indignant feminine voice. Most would see riders' knots and back down, but Asley wasn't afraid. This one was young. Besides, he had bumped into her.

E'ron stopped and frowned at her. "Yes, sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I?" It hadn't hurt him at all.

"No but you really should watch it. You could have!" She had been itching to pick a fight with someone and she wondered if this bluerider would oblige her.

"What?" he stared at her like she had two heads. "Yeah, all right, I'll be more careful next time," but he looked like he thought she was overreacting.

She opened her mouth but couldn't think of anything to say to that so instead she closed it and just made an annoyed little sound. Then she turned and kept walking in the direction she had been heading in.

He should have let it go, he knew he should, but he just didn't. "Hey, wait a minute! What's the problem?"

"The problem is people are inconsiderate and don't pay attention to anyone but themselves half the time," she lashed back, but she kept walking. Nevermind that he might have longer legs than her.

"It must be great being perfect," he called out to her sarcastically.

"Not perfect-I just pay attention." That part was true usually. Because of her craft, she was always picking up on observations others might not readily see. Asley was always searching out potential problems, trying to solve them before they happened.

"Obviously," he replied, keeping up the sarcasm. "And a dragonrider knows _nothing_about that. Remind me if you ever get stuck out in Threadfall that I don't pay attention and see how you like it!" As if he'd ever just let that happen!

"There are good and bad riders. Bad riders get scored so it can happen." She stopped walking and turned now. There were people passing so she lowered her voice, but Asley was enjoying the sparring. "Have you gotten your scars yet, bluerider?"

"None you'll ever see," he shot back. "Enough to learn not to make stupid mistakes in the air."

Of the mind that Impression didn't make someone perfect, Asley didn't comment further. She just watched him for a few moments before she finally realized what she wanted to say. "As if I would want to see them anyway."

That took him aback for a moment. Then he burst out laughing, any frustration and anger washed away. "I'm E'ron, Feykenth's rider. And you are...?"

"Asley, senior apprentice printer-hopefully journeyman soon." She mumbled that last part since it was really irrelevant but she was working towards it anyway.

"I'm sure you'll make journeyman in no time!" E'ron said earnestly. "You seem like the sort of person who knows how to work for what they want until they get it." He did mean that in a nice way.

"Yeah I do spend a lot of time crafting." Of course part of her liked working in a craft that was so dependent upon a specific skillset. It was more technical than singing or something like that. It made her interesting.

"I'm sure. Are you finished work for the day?" he asked, trying hard not to yawn again.

"Aye, going back to the barracks to bathe and change then go to dinner." Just now she didn't feel very feminine. Asley smelled like ink. She knew she probably looked hideous.

"Well, I better let you do that then," he said. He didn't smell that great himself.

"See you around-maybe." She headed off, a lot cooler than she had been. He had just seemed to push the right buttons.

"Yeah, probably," he replied. He'd better hurry or he'd be late for dinner with Pierka!

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