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Writers: Eimi, Yvonne
Date Posted: 24th July 2006

Characters: K'far, Firsa
Description: K'far seeks Firsa out after their drunken night together
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 12, day 2 of Turn 3

The brownrider was surprised to find a small bouquet of spring flowers propped up against his door. He didn't often receive flowers. In fact, he had _never_ received flowers. K'far looked at them suspiciously. There was only one way to find out where they had come from. He plucked the carefully balanced card out from between the stems and opened it.

"Sorry about the other day. Firsa"

That he was definitely not expecting. He hadn't seen or heard from her since she left his weyr that morning. K'far had figured she had serious regrets about sleeping with him, that it had just been a drunken mistake that she would as soon forget. Perhaps that was still the case. It could be just a polite peace offering that was really saying "I made a mistake, now go away". But he wanted to be sure. Could he just descend on her and pretend nothing happened? He needed an excuse.

**My garbage can...** It almost seemed pathetic, but what did he have to lose. He could go to her, thank her for the flowers and ask for the garbage can she had taken with her back. But first, he had to do something with those flowers before someone got the wrong idea...

~*~

Firsa sat back on the grass and stared at the sky, thinking of nothing in particular except the way the wind felt in her hair and whether or not a certain cloud looked like a porcine or not. A team of two draft runners grazed peacefully nearby as the air around them was filled with the sounds of chopping wood and manly grunting. The kitchens needed fuel for their fires, and she was driving the wagon today. Perhaps she could have been chopping wood with the others, but she was always paranoid that she'd end up with an axe through her leg. One of the runners looked up, then whinnied a greeting to a figure coming up the road. Firsa shaded her eyes; it was Leaf. And K'far.
her stomach immediately knotted up and she looked away - what was he _doing_ here?!

The brownrider waved and dismounted from Leaf's back. "It's a beautiful day," he said as he approached her. "I heard you would be out here working. Seems I caught you on a break."

She shrugged, not sure if he was needling her for being lazy or not.
Or why he was here at all. "Seems you did."

He dropped down to sit cross-legged beside her, playing with the lead rope he still held in his hands. "I got your flowers. They were pretty. Thank you."

The Beastcrafter shrugged and wouldn't look at him. "I was a mess."

"It wasn't as bad as all that. I've seen worse," he said, trying to guess at what was going on in her head. She seemed expert at hiding what she was thinking when she was sober.

Firsa let the silence stretch. She picked a blade of grass, put it between her thumbs, and blew a screeching, sour note. "I owe you a basket," she said.

His eyes were drawn to her lips as they pressed against her thumbs. "I would settle for a bottle of wine."

"Fine. But it's all yours. I don't want to see alcohol for another _week_, at the very least."

"A pitcher of klah then," he shrugged. "And a pastry."

"All right." She blew another off-note on her blade of grass, then let it drift aside. Daremek had been able to play a simple, three-note tune on a blade of grass. He'd also been able to cup his hands and blow across his thumbs, making a sound like the wind kissing empty bottles. K'far watched the blade of grass float from her fingers. "When are you free?"

She shrugged. "Evenings, mostly."

"Well, where can I find you and my pot of klah then?" he asked. Shards but she was a hard woman to read. She didn't seem opposed to the idea of seeing him again, and yet she didn't seem all that interested in the thought either. Her indifference was frustrating.

There was a shout from the wood choppers, and Firsa turned and waved to them. She climbed to her feet, then looked at K'far. "They need me now; I'll have to leave you to your ride. But if you're free tonight, after the evening meal, perhaps you'd meet me at the white stone bench at the top of the cliffs?" The last was said in a rush, even though her pale eyes were fixed resolutely on the brownrider.

He would have met her in the back of /between/ if she had asked him. "I'll be there," he nodded.

"Bring klah." The Beastcrafter turned her back and went to help the men load the wagon, leaving K'far and Leaf alone to finish their ride.

"All right. But only if you bring the pastries," he said as he got back to his feet, brushed himself off, and walked back to the patiently waiting gelding.

Last updated on the July 26th 2006

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