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It Pays To Be Honest

Writers: Beth, Cali
Date Posted: 29th August 2005

Characters: F'lik, Karri
Description: Felarik walks Karri to the Records Room and they arrange to meet again soon.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 18 of Turn 3


"Thanks again for walking me to the records room, Felarik." Karri said as she looked up at the young man's face. She much preferred his company over some of the other candidates, they tended to overwhelm her sometimes with their over-the-top personalities, and she could relax more and be herself when she was with him. "Of course," Felarik replied. "I...well, it was my pleasure. And I was headed this way anyway." He scratched the side of his head as he sometimes did when slightly uncomfortable. She probably knew that his only business there at the moment was her, but he didn't want her to feel like she was inconveniencing him at all.

"Oh, where are you off to?" she asked. She had hoped maybe he had just wanted her company, but she knew with his glass smithing that he was very busy and that she shouldn't expect such things. "Um..." he struggled to make something up, but changed his mind. "Actually, you know, I just thought you might not mind some company." He ducked his head, looking almost embarassed and, in a lower voice, said, "I've gotten to like spending time with you." "Well, I do like the company, and I like spending time with you too," she heard herself say, though how she had managed to keep her voice calm she didn't know.
She had felt her cheeks redden slightly and had looked down at the floor in the hopes that he wouldn't notice. There was an awkward silence, in which Felarik was sure she would change her mind and tell him to get lost. Finally, he smiled a little and said, "Well, we should do this again sometime."

"You could pick me up in about an hour," the words came tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them. Mortified at her forward behavior she tried to cover, "I mean, if you happen to be passing by then."

Felarik's smile broadened. "You know, come to think of it, I'll probably be back here then. And it will be just about time for the evening meal, which we could then go to."

She didn't know if she could ever eat again the way her stomach was fluttering, but she looked up at him and smiled back. "Sounds good, in an hour then." she said as they approached the records room.

"Yes, in an hour." Felarik stopped in front of the door with her and turned to face her. At these moments he was most uncertain. He felt that she deserved more than a simple "see you," but he didn't want to be too forward and frighten her. He just looked at her for a moment, then, slowly, he raised his left hand to her face and gently touched her cheek.

Karri leaned into his touch slightly relishing it's warmth on her smooth skin. She didn't know what to say or do asshe'd never had anyone show any kind of affection towards her before. Akwardly, she took a step back to the door, but took his hand before it could fall away from her face. As she turned, she gave the hand a small squeeze before letting go; and hurried off into the safety of the records room, where she was _sure_ she would get little studying accopmlished. He watched her leave, grinning goofily and hoping he wouldn't run into anyone until he could bring himself back under control.

Last updated on the August 30th 2005


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