A Rocky Talk

Writers: Cali, Rebecca
Date Posted: 18th March 2006

Characters: Aletta, F'gol
Description: Aletta finds Figol and tries to mend their friendship.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 11, day 2 of Turn 3

Aletta approached cautiously, M'tias had told her how upset he had been.
"Figol? Could we talk?"

Figol shrugged from where he was perched on the rocks by the beach. He had seen her coming, but he didn't know if he really wanted to talk to her. The last few days had been confusing for him. He had gone from realizing he felt more than just friendship for the girl to being repulsed by her lifestyle in just a short time, and had needed some space to sort everything out. He didn't know if he was ready to talk yet. Aletta felt ill. She could see in his eyes that he was repulsed by her.
It was just what had scared her the most. She didn't want to lose him as a friend but was sure she was going too. "I wanted to say I'm sorry." Lame but she had to try.

"For what?" he mumbled, looking down at the stick he had been playing with. "For the other day. I shouldn't have gotten so upset with you."

Figol shrugged again, "It's okay."

"It's not okay Figol." Aletta wished he would just look at her. He threw the stick down towards the beach and sighed. "What do you want me to say Aletta?" He couldn't quite look into her eyes so he stared out at the water. "We kissed, it was great. You wanted to do more and I stopped us. You got mad and left. You apologized for getting mad, I said it was okay."

"It's not what I want Figol, it's what I don't want. I don't want to lose a friend, and I'm afraid I'm going too."

Figol looked at her then, her words hurt, but he knew she didn't mean them to. "Is that all I am to you, a friend? You kissed me, not just a little kiss, but big kisses. Where I come from that means something... it means we're not just _friends_. But where you come from though, it doesn't mean anything, you kiss whoever you what, when ever you want, and it doesn't matter..."

"But it does matter Figol, it matters to me. I can't say I love you if that's what you want to hear. I don't know what love is. I do know that I care about you and don't want to lose whatever it is we have."

Love? Figol didn't think it was love he was feeling for Aletta, what he was feeling certainly wasn't what all the ballads described it as, but he did know that it hurt him to think of her with other boys. "I... I care about you too." he said finally. Aletta risked a small smile, "I can't change what I am, and I wouldn't give up Farsith for anything, but I promise I'll behave as much as I can, okay?"

"Okay, I guess." he replied, not quite sure, but wanting to try and repair their relationship. "Would you like to help me with Fickle? She needs her hide oiled."

Figol wrinkled his nose, he didn't really like the oil she used, it was... oily. "Nah, but I'll walk back with you if you want." "Sure, she missed you." the little green had sensed the strain between them and stayed close to Aletta.

He stood up and jumped off the rocks. "You probably just started feeding her more, she'll go where ever the food is."

"Even if I did, she knows you and that you have food. Remember you where there when she hatched. She did try to take your finger off."

"Oh how could I forget!" Aletta smiled. Maybe just mabye she and Figol could become friends agian. "You where the one holding the meat." she said in a sing song voice.

Last updated on the March 19th 2006

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