The Crazy One

Writers: AL, Cali
Date Posted: 17th January 2009

Characters: F'gol, Sheste
Description: Figol and Sheste experience a change in their relationship.
Location: Harper Hall
Date: month 13, day 19 of Turn 4

"So... I made something for you." Figol started as he sat with Sheste on the rocks and looked out at the rolling of the waves. "For Turn's End."

"For me?" Sheste raised her eyebrows as she pulled her attention from the water to the young man who had accompanied her. "What is it?"

Figol shrugged, uncomfortable now that he'd brought it up, "It's nothing really. Just a bit of a melody right now. It just seemed to fit you."

The fact that it was a piece of music didn't surprise Sheste in the least. "Really? Play it for me."

Playing was easier than talking, go he took out a set of pipes from his pocket and started to play. He fingered the instrument with as much ease as breathing, and focused on his dynamics for they were an important part in showing her wide swinging moods and temper. When he was finished he set down the pipe and hesitantly looked over at her. "It's not done..."

"It's lovely." Sheste whispered after a moment. To be honest, she was honored that he would think to compose a song for her. "What made you decide to write that?"

He shrugged again, unsure of how to explain his inspiration. "I don't know, you've just sort of distracted me lately. What with your threats of throwing pots, and dragging me off on firelizard hunts that nearly ended in my death. I figured I'd focus that distraction into something useful."

"Nearly ended in your death?" Sheste rolled her eyes. The boy certainly knew how to spin yarns. "You're over exaggerating, again."

"I climbed a cliff for you... twice." he reminded her. "I think you're just _underestimating_ the danger."

"You didn't come anywhere near falling." Sheste pointed out as she poked her fellow harper in the arm. "Besides, you agreed to come. You didn't have to."

Figol smiled as he remembered the dirt smudges she'd had on her face after she'd crawled out of that cave. "That's besides the point."

"Well if your life was in danger, so was mine, just as much as yours." Sheste insisted with a sniff. "So it's not like I didn't take any risk and made you do it all."

"But you're crazy enough to not care about the dangers to yourself." Figol pointed out.

"You keep calling me crazy, but I think you have the wrong idea." Sheste kicked some sand onto Figol's foot, her lips twitching in an effort not to smile.

He chuckled, kicking the sand back at her. "Do I?"

"If anyone is crazy, it's you." Sheste kicked more sand, "I mean, you're the one who's following the person you call crazy!"

"I'm just keeping an eye out for you." Figol reasoned the sand flying freely now between them. She was getting more and more wound up and for some reason he couldn't help but find it all very humorous. "I've got to be around to rescue you if you get yourself into trouble."

"Some would say that makes you even crazier." Sheste used her foot to scoop up a large chunk of sand and flipped it up. The lump smacked against Figol's chest, causing the girl to giggle.

"Will you just admit that _I'm_ the sane one between us and quit arguing?" He made as if to brush off the sand from where it had fallen on his pants but quickly grabbed up a handful and tossed it at her instead.

"Hey!" Sheste jumped to her feet. In one fell swoop, she scooped up two handfuls of sand and flung them at Figol. "I tell you, if anyone is crazy, it's you!"

Figol jumped up too, grinning as he scooped up his own handful of sand and advanced on the retreating girl. "You're asking for it now. Just admit that you're the crazy one and no one has to get hurt."

"Never! I'll never admit to something I'm not!" Sheste couldn't hide the laughter from her voice. She too swiped up another chunk of sand from the ground and lunged it at Figol.

He dodged the sand, throwing his handful as he did so, and then grabbed the girl, pulling her against him and taking her to the sandy ground. She pushed against him, both laughing as they rolled over and over across the beach. Figol finally managed to pin her down, catching her wrists and holding them above her head. "Admit it, you're the crazy one." his breath was heavy from the exertion as he looked down at her, suddenly aware of their bodies pressed against each other.

"Never!" The exclamation was a fierce whisper. Sheste's eyes danced with laughter and she managed to hold back any sound that she was enjoying herself. Her lips attempted to turn downward in a stark frown, but the corners refused to comply. "You're the crazy one, you should be the one to admit it, tackling poor, innocent girls."

He kissed her. He didn't think about it, didn't expect to do it, but one second he was staring down at her defiant face and the next he was tasting the sweetness of her lips. Startled by his own behavior, he pulled back slightly and released her wrists. "Sorry..."

Sheste stared at the man above her. His hands were no longer holding hers, but he still lay atop of her. It was just as well, for it made it easier to grab his shirt. She tugged him down, her mouth covering his own another, more fervent kiss.

"Nevermind, not sorry." He mumbled happily when he needed to come up for air. He was about to lean back down to her glowing face when he saw several people coming over one of the hills and remembered that they were out in the middle of the beach. Slightly embarrassed at the public display he untangled himself from Sheste and helped her to her feet.

The girl quickly did her best to get the sand out of her hair and off her person. That, of course, was nigh impossible without a bath. She glanced at the figures that were making their way in their direction. "Bad timing." She looked back to Figol then slid her hand into his. "Walk me back?"

He stiffened slightly but forced himself not to pull his hand away from hers as they turned back towards the Hall. "Sure." He didn't know why, but it made him uncomfortable. This was a public display, a declaration of intent that he didn't think he wanted to make; but it was his fault, he'd kissed her first, and now he had to deal with the consequences of that.

Last updated on the January 20th 2009

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