Can't Understand

Writers: Cali, Rebecca
Date Posted: 10th April 2006

Characters: Aletta, F'gol
Description: Figol brings his new guitar to play for Aletta and Farsith, only to learn that Farsith had risen to mate earlier in the day.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 11, day 5 of Turn 3

Checking one more time to make sure his newly completed guitar was securely strapped to his back, Figol knocked on Aletta's door. He still didn't feel comfortable at the greenrider's weyr, no matter how many times Aletta had said it was acceptable, but he was excited about finally finishing the guitar he had worked over a month on and he wanted to play it for Aletta and Farsith.

Aletta was surprised to hear a knock at her door, L'pin had just left.
**Did he forget something?** she wondered. She thought about just opening
the door, but garbed her robe in-case it was someone else. Opening the
door she was startled to see Figol, and even happier that she'd donned

her robe. "Figol? How are you?"

"Hi Aletta," he said rushing past her into the weyr, not wanting to spend anymore time out in the corridor than he had to in case someone saw him and mentioned it to someone back at the Hall. "I finally finished my..." he halted after seeing that she was only in a robe.
"Oh, sorry." he said embarrassed, turning his back to her. Brief flashes of her naked in the water with him filled his mind and he tried to focus on the wall in front of him.

"Finally fished what?" She moved toward her sleeping area, she figured she'd better get some clothes on before he bolted.

He unslung the guitar off his shoulder and held it out for her to see, not turning back to her. "My guitar! I finally finished it and Journeyman Kwiksol approved it. It got a stamp and everything, not that I'd ever sell it." he added quickly. "I came to play it for you and Farsith, I wanted you two to be the first to hear me with it." He glanced over at the dragon couch and noticed the green dragon wasn't in her usual spot. "Where'd Farsith go?"

Aletta bite her lip as she pulled her tunic of over her head, not sure
how's he'd take it. "Farsith rose this morning." she said simply.
"She's with the blue who won."

Figol stared dumbly at the empty couch, not quite understanding at first what Aletta's words meant. When the implications finally sunk in he turned towards the girl slowly. He met her eyes briefly, then looked at the floor, letting the guitar lower in his arm till it was touching the floor. "She... you..." he said, not able to form a coherent sentence.

Aletta was concerned, he was taking it hard ed than she thought he
would. "Figol, are you all right?"

"No I'm not all right!" he shouted looking up at her finally, "You just... you said..."

For once Aletta's eyes showed pity, "Figol I explained to you, this is
not something I change. Farsith needed to mate, I would no more try to
stop her from mating than I would from eating."

It was then that he remembered that she couldn't have stopped the flight, and his anger momentarily turned to concern, "Are you hurt?
Did he hurt you?" He couldn't bring him self to step closer to her but his eyes raked over her body looking for any signs of mistreatment.

"I'm fine Figol, he didn't hurt me." she smiled. "Dragonlust, well,
it's hard to explain. But I'm fine." She wouldn't mention her inability to
walk very far, but experience had taught her it would fade quickly.
"This wasn't her first flight, and even if it had been, riders of all
colors are taught early on how to handle things." she explained.

He shook his head, trying to block out her explanation that was only making him feel worse. "Aletta, I know I have no claim on you. I know I _can't_ have any claim on you. But I care about you and I can't... I just _can't_ care about you when you're...I just can't."

"When I'm what Figol?" she was honestly confused.

He tried to think of a way to explain, but he had too many images of her doing _things_ she shouldn't be doing running through his head to think clearly. "Different!" he finally sputtered out. "I have to go Aletta, I just can't do this!" His head was whirling as slung his unplayed guitar back on his shoulder and ran towards the door, needing to get as far away as possible.

Aletta felt tears fill her eyes, she rushed to her bed to muffle her
tears in her pillow. Why couldn't he understand!

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