I Was Wrong

Writers: Heather, Leigh M-F.
Date Posted: 5th June 2015

Characters: Saibra, A'kua
Description: Aluka attempts to make one last thing right, but that's not easy when the other party doesn't think anything is wrong.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 12, day 25 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: K'yne.

Saibra

His voice had the distinct huskiness that came from a prolonged tantrum,
and it hurt to speak, but at least he could now, albeit not very loudly.
Yesterday, he hadn't been able to for at least two hours, despite drinking
a numbweed concoction from the healers. But since he could, he would, even
though the prospect of why and to whom created an entire squadron of vtols
in his guts. So Aluka volunteered to take Saibra her dinner, and knocked on
her office door with the side of a fist that shook faintly from nerves.

Saibra was in no mood for company, which was why she had decided to have
her dinner brought to her, rather than joining the throng in the Dining
Cavern. It seemed as if everything that could push Saibra's buttons were
happening all at once- the fight with K'yne, the weather, and the fact that
she felt so... isolated.

When the knock came at the door she broodingly glanced up from her work,
"Come in."

Aluka sidled into the room and didn't say anything at first, instead
setting the covered tray out of the way, but close enough that the
Weyrwoman could pull it over without any trouble. He rubbed the sore,
swollen knuckles of his left hand anxiously before clearing his throat.
"May I have a word, Saibra?" he asked hoarsely and hesitantly.

Saibra's eyebrows lifted at the sound of her name used so familiarly, "I
believe you mean 'Weyrwoman'." She reminded him of her title before leaning
back in her chair and motioning for him to sit. "I am all ears." She noted
the way he rubbed at his knuckles, which looked puffy and red, and the
hoarsness of his voice didn't escape her notice either. Saibra could not
fathom what the Candidate could possibly have to say to her.

The Candidate wanted to address her as a woman, not the Weyrwoman. But she
was right to insist on formality. He sat down and looked at the floor,
wishing he had better rehearsed what he needed to say. "When ya invited me
to the beach, I should've turned ya down," he began, still rubbing his hand
even though he knew it telegraphed how he was feeling. "But like a dimglow,
I came along because I thought it was what I wanted. I thought someone like
ya was what I wanted. I lied to myself and used your invitation like this
girl back at the hold and I would use each other, and I ended up actin'
like the kind of fool I hate most. I overstepped and didn't show ya the
respect ya deserve, Sai- Weyrwoman, and I was wrong to do it. So, I- I'm
sorry. I'm more than sorry."

**Faranth, I don't have the patience for this.** Saibra thought as she
pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. What was
the boy going on about? Using each other? Acting like he wasn't suppose to?

"I'm sorry, what exactly are you apologizing for? That you followed orders?
Your invitation to go with me wasn't really a request, Aluka," nor had she
ever dreamed that a holdbred Candidate who'd never been further than his
farm or the Weyr, would turn down the opportunity to go aboard a gold
dragon to a beautiful beach, she would have laughed in disbelief if he had.

"Orders or no, I should've shown some responsibility and turned ya down,"
Aluka said, looking up to meet her eyes. "It wasn't right of me to touch ya
or use ya to try to escape my own problems. But I did, like an utter
dimglow, and I'm sorry for not being as respectful as I should've been."

Saibra wanted to impress upon the Candidate that there was no way he could
have "turned her down" if she ordered him to go, but right now this
conversation was giving her a headache. **What is wrong with these
holderbred people?** "I think you are apologizing for something that is a
rather common way of life here at the Weyr. I am going to be very honest
with you and say that I thought very little of our time on the beach
together. I asked you to rub some oil on me, and you did, I would have
asked any other man to do the same even if I'd been here at the Weyr." **If
we could ever get some warm temperatures here.** She groused.

Aluka gave the Weyrwoman a wide-eyed look of confusion and mild alarm. If
she didn't understand why overstepping his boundaries and trying to use her
to get away from his issues was a bad thing, what in the world had other
men done to her and gotten away with? But at least she was honest, and he
was used to this kind of thing. Bailan had made sure of that. He stood up.
"I still needed to say it, and ya deserved to hear it. Have a good evenin',
Weyrwoman," he said, inclining his head, and went for the door.

"Good evening, Candidate." Saibra murmured in return, studying the redhead
quizzically as he left her office. **What an odd bird, indeed.** She
thought to herself as she turned back to the dinner that Aluka had brought
up for her.

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