Shuffling Papers

Writers: AmajoS, Cali
Date Posted: 4th April 2007

Characters: Narrala, F'gol
Description: Narrala makes a mess and Figol helps her clean it up.
Location: Harper Hall
Date: month 3, day 1 of Turn 4

Copy-work and archival training were probably the two most boring aspects of Harper training. Nerrala flexed her tired hand and tried to look on the bright side, at least they'd moved on from working with hide and were now practicing on actual paper. She liked working with paper -so- much better than hide. Stretching her arms back and above her head to ease the tension in her neck and back, the girl glanced out the window wistfully. One last pulling stretch and she let go, prepared to return to her work, only her arm knocked into something and a crashing thud echoed in the quiet room.

Figol looked up from his copying at the sound and watched in horror as an entire stack of sheet music fell to the floor and scattered. He glanced at the door to make sure the master wasn't coming back in, then scurried over to help the girl try and reorganize the huge mess. "Well I guess this is one way to liven up a boring session."

Narrala smiled shyly at the boy who'd come to help her, pleasantly surprised. The sound of snickers sounded here and there around the room and she hadn't expected anyone to help her fix the mess she'd made. "Thanks."

"No problem," he waved it off as he located page one and sifted through the papers from there, "I'd rather not hear another of Corzo's tantrums if I can help it. Of course, to have his wrath be directed at somebody _other_ than me is rather tempting."

The girl couldn't help but to snicker a bit at that. She sorted through the pages she had, getting them into some semblance of order.
Narrala began handing the sheets to Figol one at a time to be sorted into his stack, glancing over at the Journeyman in question as she did so.

The man was scowling in their direction, but seemed content to allow the two apprentices to clean up the mess, for the moment. Narrala grinned as she shook her head, "Like he needs an excuse to direct his wrath at me."

"Ah, don't mind Ralsi's glowers, he won't tell Corzo on us." Figol explained with fair certainty.

"Maybe not you," she didn't say 'because you're male and Hold-bred,' but she thought it. "But he just loves getting me into trouble." She made a face at the Journeyman's back while he was leaning over one of the other apprentices's work to critique the neatness of his writing.

Figol grinned, this girl had spunk, and he liked that! "You're from the Weyr right?" She definetly seemed more of that type.

Narrala flushed, wondering if Figol was going to act like a jerk now as well. She answered quietly, dropping her gaze to the papers she was shuffling into order. "Yes."

"What made you want to come over here? Would they not allow you to keep studying at the Weyr since the Hall is here now?" It seemed kind of strange to make the transition.

"Well, no. I mean, I could have, you know, stayed. But I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity." She felt a little defensive and suddenly unsure of her footing with boy.

He nodded his understanding. "I guess there are more people here to work with, most people seem to like the Weyr though, so I was just curious. Do you happen to know Aletta? She's a greenrider friend of mine."

"I like the Weyr, I just wanted to learn.... more." She considered his question, trying to picture all the female greenriders she knew as she handed the last of her stack of papers over to him. "I don't think I know Aletta though. She's not a Harper, is she?"

Figol couldn't help but snort, the thought of her as a well mannered harper was too funny. "Her? No, she'd never last as a harper, she's a greenrider."

Narrala laughed, quietly of course so as to not call the journeyman's attention, at that. "Hey," she whispered, "I've known greenriders who were quite serious. They're not all flighty as sunstroked flits."

He gave her the last of the papers, "It's not the flightiness, it's the-" he stopped, the thought of Aletta sleeping with people was something he still wasn't used to, especially since _they_ hadn't even slept togeter yet, "she just would have problems at the Hall. You must know Dirwol though? I got to play with him the other day..."

"Oh, yes," she beamed. "I know Dirwol. What did you play?" She ignored the change of subject, having a good idea of just why Figol thought his greenrider friend would have trouble in the Hall.

"It was something he wrote." the apprentice replied. "It was pretty good too, but I don't know if he was finished with it."

"I hope I get to hear it!" Narrala replied with a smile. The sound of a cleared throat from across the room reminded her suddenly that she really ought to be in her seat, copying. She flashed Figol a guilty grin and stood, setting the stack of pages back where it'd come from before settling into her seat.

Last updated on the April 6th 2007

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