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Writers: Eimi, Paula
Date Posted: 10th March 2006

Characters: Birigundi, Rigella
Description: Concerned Birigundi brings Rigella a diner, and is she warming up towards him?
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 10, day 24 of Turn 3

Birigundi

They had never exactly been friends. He couldn't believe he was actually going to her room. But shards, she had seemed so upset. Birigundi was completely prepared for sour looks and angry glares when she opened the door. For all he knew, he might get it slammed in his face. But lately he seemed in a position of taking care of Rigella, first on that night she had been falling down drunk, and now that her father was sick. For some strange reason even _he_ couldn't explain to himself, he felt responsible for her. Even concerned for her. He had to check and make sure she was all right.

"Birigundi?" Rigella blinked her eyes in disbelief when she saw who came. She was hold a book she had been reading. "Hi, what are you doing here?" Well, she looked fine. Maybe he should content himself with that and leave her to her book. But then he would really look like an idiot. "Umm... Sorry to bother you, Rigella... I brought you some dinner since I didn't see you down in the dining hall." **She's probably already eaten in here you wherry brain!** "But you might have already eaten. In fact, I'm sure you have."

"Eh, thank's. Actually, I haven't eaten," Rigella answered awkwardly.
Inside, she wondered why he was being so sharding nice to her. It would be easier for her, if he would have been arrogant and cocky. "I've buried myself into my studies, to keep me from worrying." "I can understand that. Uh, here it is." He reached the basket out to her. "Dinner has arrived."

Rigella gestured him inside in silence. She really didn't know how to take him. She had spent two turns hating him as an arrogant, shallow womanizer and now he was turning out to be nice and caring. Her feelings towards him were changing and she didn't want it to happen. It was safer to hate. Birigundi certainly hadn't expected to be welcomed into her room. "Thank you," he said walking over to set the basket on the table. "Actually I already ate. But... how is your father? Any news?" "No, nothing new, the situation is same. My mother is keeping me informed. Here I just sit and wait and fear for Ches to appear. Ches is my dad's flit but he obeys mam too," Rigella realized she was babbling and shut up. Instead she dig into to the basket. "Well, if Ches appeared at least it would mean he is still alive. Otherwise he would go wild, or /between/." Maybe Birigundi wasn't helping. He reached into the basket to help her unload it.

"I didn't thought of that," Rigella admitted. Birigundi almost mentioned that it would worry him far more if the little flit _didn't_ show up, but he caught himself in time before he drilled that fear into her head. "Ah... I didn't know what you like, so I just picked a little of everything. I hope that works."

"I'm not picky. I eat almost anything, except food made of internal organs," Rigella said and bit into a meatroll. "Well, at least you know what you want," he said hiding a smile. Internal organs, huh... "I'm pretty sure you can eat everything in there then."

"No kidney pie, then? That was traditional food at the Onyx Hills hold," Rigella said with a shudder of disgust. "No, sorry, not tonight," Birigundi chuckled. "Just plain old redfruit pie."

"Thank Faranth for small favours!" "You know I've been to Onyx Hills before. It's northeast of Amber Hills, isn't it?"

"Yes, a really hidebound place. My father was assigned there for a long time." "I carried a message there once or twice," the candidate nodded. "I met the stablemaster there... what was his name?"

"Old Ranris? I wonder if he's still alive. We used to bug him to teach us ride." "Ranris. That's right," Birigundi said with a nostalgic smile. "I remember he was so _small_. I couldn't believe he was the stablemaster at first. But then they told me he was one of the best riders of racing runners that anyone had ever seen."

"I think he gave my little brother the "runner-bite", he's now apprentice at the beastcraft hall. He always said Naemor would make a fine jockey." "I didn't know you had a brother." In fact, really, he knew nothing of Rigella besides the fact that she seemed to hate him.

"I have two brothers and little sister. I believe you've met Naerigga. Rignaer is farmcrafter stationed in Amethyst Cliff hold and as I said, Naemor is beastcraft apprentice. I'm only one of the family who has picked up our father's craft, healing. I started my training in Onyx Hills hold, in secret," Rigella told. She wasn't sure why she told it to Birigundi of all people, but it felt good to talk about her family. She did miss them. Birigundi was impressed. Not many would risk it just to pick up a craft. She must have wanted it very badly. "You always intended to come to the Weyr then?"

"Sooner or later, I would have ended up in some weyr. Dad could only teach me to a certain level without anybody finding out." He nodded, unsure of what to say to keep the conversation going. It was all so weird. They weren't strangers. And yet they weren't friends. They were as far from lovers as they could possibly be. He wasn't sure _what_ they were. "Uh... do you want to ever Impress?"

"No, not really," Rigella pursed her lips thoughtfully. "That would interfere with my goal of becoming a healer." Her smile was self-sarcastic. His forehead wrinkled a bit in confussion. Was he missing something? "But... aren't you already a healer?"

"An apprentice healer," Rigella underlined the apprentice-part. "I want to be a master healer, prefertably before I'm old and feeble." "Well, I'm sure you'll make it. You seem dedicated to it."

"I'm ambitious," Rigella shrugged.

"Hmmm," Birigundi said with a bemused smile. "What do you know. So am I."

"If the goal of my ambitions is to became a master healer, what's your goal?" Rigella asked. "To become a dragonrider. To fight Thread and see all those secret parts of Pern my legs can't carry me to." Perhaps it wasn't as noble sounding as being a Master Healer to her, but it was his dream, and he was not ashamed of it. "Of course, there's nothing I can really do to make it happen, except wait and not give up. But that can be a hard enough challenge sometimes."

"I can imagine," Rigella said symphatically. "If you really want to impress and they all go past you..." She was never disappointed when the Hatching was over. She wasn't sure what she would feel if she did happen to impress. "It will happen someday," Birigundi said resolutely. "My dragon just hasn't been clutched yet is all."

"I do hope you find your dragon soon. You deserve it," Rigella said and honestly meant every word of it. "Thanks." He really didn't know _what_ to think now. She had seemed to hate him for so long, now suddenly she was complimenting him? And she actually _meant_ it? It was just too confusing. "Well, I should let you eat."

"Thank's." Rigella was suddenly very uneasy. Were they becoming friends or what? "Well, I..." What should he do? Offer to check in on her again? Ask if there was anything more he could do for her? Make all those promises a friend was supposed to make? Just what _was_ going on here? "I hope you Dad get's better soon."

"So do I" Rigella said, staring the basket, unable to look at him. "Right, well, good night," he said walking towards the door. He paused with his hand on the nob and turned to look back over his shoulder. "If you need anything... well you know... Anyway, good night."

"Good night, Biri," Rigella said. Shards, why was her heart racing like she had just run two miles?

Last updated on the March 10th 2006

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